Disillusioned

It just proves what I’ve always said.
You can’t trust anyone at all.
You build your plans around them and
You get let down ‘most every time.
Pure selfishness that’s what it is.
The primal trait that rules this world.
No-one gives heed to what YOU want.
They just can’t see past number one.

But May! Who’d ever think that May
Would leave us so far in the lurch
By marrying at fifty one?
And why? True love? Don’t make me laugh.
A Massey lab assistant weds
A famous Caltech physicist
Who’s there to lead a seminar?
She must have drugged his beer.

And speaking of university.
Our Jason hoped to go next year.
May boarded Bob’s two girls for free
And gave them spending money too.
We reckoned her, for fairness sake,
Obliged to do the same again.
Now varsity’s beyond his reach.
His feckless Aunty’s let him down.

With Mum now getting on in years,
We thought, as was quite natural,
That May would do the decent thing.
A spinster daughter’s duty is
To ease her parent’s final years.
Now, due to May’s selfcentredness,
Rapacious nursing homes will leave
Poor Mum with nothing to bequeath.

Musical chairs Yank marriage is,
A sixteen bar excuse-me-waltz.
That bastard should have stayed at home
Not interfere with Kiwi lives.
Why hitch? Hormones don’t drive them now
May can’t be in the family way.
This thing will last three years at most.
Meanwhile deserving folk lose out.