My Father is a Beast
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.