Father's Day Out

Wife’s gone out with friends

I’m home with our two sons

I am supposed to manage

While she has all the funs

It’s days like these when I feel

I should have always been alone

Never should have gotten married

Or kids should all be grown

One of them is hungry

The other is crying loud

It’s like I’m locked inside

A room of angry crowd

Well I’m feeling helpless

There’s nothing I can do

This is mental torture

I want to cry out too

Well I give them board games

And some packaged food

It always works out with her

With me it isn’t good

And the cries get louder

Hunger takes its toll

Trying to run a house

Where I have no control

Well my wife just text me

‘How the angels are?’

Should I text back the truth

About my brand new scar?

Then she texts me again

Stamps and seals my fate

‘Hey, my battery’s low now

It might get very late’