Dear PAPAOUTAI,

I shall chop up my head
present you as a gift

hope that would reach your satisfactions and fit
I tried and might failed a million times to held your head high to keep

Dear dad, I am filled with guilt
that I couldn’t walk under your shoe

your curse my boon
hope you smile with utter of words
son, I am proud
I have happiness may surround

I crave your slap and the spank
which would be filled with love and affections

My legs might have walk away
still my love and honor stays somewhere there
Might my mouth vomited bitter and sour time and again

I shall chop up my head
present you as a gift
to level up your grace and this gifted life shall remain for eternal hours

You are mighty and you will be the mightiest
I am abject for every mess I carried
and i carried by.

Yours ,
Descendant,