Two Tounged Fork

Every day's a struggle, his kids and his wife
are working his nerves as he tries to be nice.
His job is his life; & at times he just knows
that he wants to go home & get off the phone.
Office hours seem long & scream to his wallet
big bucks he's havin' but eye's run tired n' fallen.
He's tired of walkin, the walk has gotten harder
as years pass thoughts say his life is a bother.
Days are agin' his daughter, a partying spotter
until her father nailed up the window n' caught her.
The son was just trying to be young, no sports
but ran around half naked taking refuge in forts.
His family's crazy & here lately his wife's been
lazy - but yellin' all day sayin nothin' but "BABY!"
Hopefully it'll tone down, but its known now
that he's goin' out to drink with an old pal...

At the bar...

The games on so the whole place is tuned in,
all the normals are here n' they braught a new brew in...
Life was nice; everyone here layed back and chill
laughin' and chattin'; just relaxin' a little...
Usually he'd come here just to drink a beer and think
a bit, talk about his life & let his wife take the kids...

All the while...
In the back there's two guys dressed in all black with masks
robbin' an old bar full of old farts doesn't seem like a hard task.
They have their glocks cocked and loaded, check their wrist
their watches show that its time to get it poppin' & quick...
They walk in lock the door behind em', point the glock at the bar
the man was sitting there, scared as hell suckin' on his cigar.
"Give me your FUCKING money old man, or I SWEAR TO GOD!"
so he hands them his wallet, takes out his license n' what not...
"Hey man, I know times are hard but just take it easy homie-
we came in here to have a good time, relax & away from our homes see,"
Before he could start up his conversation they interrupt;
someone in the back was talkin' and wouldn't shut up...
They put the gun to his neck, n' tell him to drop the phone,
all the poor guy could say is "I just wanna go home!!!"

In his mind...
He knows this time is going slowly, but its almost eleven,
eyes are getting low and tomorrow he's gotta be up at seven...
So he drops all the bull shit, stands up and says without fear,
"Guys, its gettin late, so I'm gettin' the fuck outta here..."
The robery suspects just stand and watch, not even a movement
I guess they were shocked or they thought he was stupid...
The man gave them his keys before hand so he walks with thumbs up
calls his wife and tells her whats goin' on; she wasn't dumb enough
to call the police so to be honest, no one really knows what happened.
All we know is that the good man got out, untouched and unscratched.
See, he didn't think about leavin'; but now he thinks for a few...
in this situation did he bite off more than he could chew?
What would've happened at the pull of a trigger,
the loss of his life only? or maybe it's bigger...