My Father is a Beast

Ap Dorji is a father of mine,

With whom I live in a tiny town,

The beer stinking beast crawls home on four,

And I do not like it much!

Slap! The sting of the slap stung,

And the salty blood seeped from a slit,

Did I say he likes to beat me up?

Oh yes, he mulls over me as a measly pawn.

Perhaps I am his puppet in possession,

For dads either drives their kids in cars,

Or at least buys them clothes and creams,

But mine- why test that beast? 

Again, Ap Dorji is a father of mine,

He is a roaring beast on my trail,

And time and again he gets to rip me apart,

Ouch! I have been bleeding dry to death since.

But I have more to tell,

More and more and more,

Until you cringe at the monster I just told,

Alas! I am bleeding dry to death.