No Man Promise

You’re the proud father to be

with your girlfriend seven months preggers.

She needs your support right now.

Helping out doing odd jobs,

financially supporting her,

manning it up and doing the right thing.

But you don’t, do you?

You’ve not moved in with her,

into what should be your family home.

Instead, you’ve your own man pad flat

that you share with your flat mate.

Where you play on Wii, drink and have a laugh.

No wonder you won’t move.

Your cash is your own, do as you want.

Your pregnant girlfriend needs to be firm,

put her foot down.

This way, you’ll get the message.

You’re not the only problem she has.

Her son, who you took on as your own,

has a broken arm; it may heal wrong.

On top of that, her ex who’s the lad’s dad,

will soon take her to court for visiting rights.

He’s a smart cookie, so she needs to be focused then.

If you lived with her, she wouldn’t be so upset and stressed.

What would you think if you knew I was there for her, not you?

It was me listening to her tears, not you.

I think you should man it up mate,

before she ditches you.

What will you do then?

Then there’s her piss head weed smoking mate, taking liberties.

Drugs and beer come first,

not taking her son to school.

The heavily pregnant mother can’t manage taking two kiddies to school.

One who’s got a bust arm and the other, a real handful.

I said be more firm, with everyone.

Get your mother on side, I urged.

We’ve fallen out, her reply.

Patch it up, you’ve too much on.

Maybe go to the CAB,

advice can go a long way.

I won’t mention the work agency who said no work,

you’re pregnant and the new mortgage or car to be run.

As a friend I’m there but what can I do but listen?