When I grow up
I won’t be like my father
That my return home scares off everyone, the dogs to sleep and children to their rooms and the wife to the kitchen
I won’t take food questioning fewer pieces of meat and the unmeasured spices in the sauce
Neither will I have my own chair in the house or a pair of plate and cup used by me alone
I won’t be like my father
Shouting at the maids and quarreling with the gateman
Saying harsh and big f**** words that can’t fit the size of my mouth
Not like my father
To disguise as a gentleman to the public yet a horror at home
A thief of peace at home
Dashing out quacks of fake smiles and rendering empty promises to win hearts
I won’t be like him
Not buying things at home but rather splashing cash in the bars
Not producing children every kilometer along the way of life
I won’t be like be like my father
Not in words nor in action
But if I am like my father blame me not
His blood flows in me beyond a DNA test
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
When I grow up
I won’t be like my father
That my return home scares off everyone, the dogs to sleep and children to their rooms and the wife to the kitchen
I won’t take food questioning fewer pieces of meat and the unmeasured spices in the sauce
Neither will I have my own chair in the house or a pair of plate and cup used by me alone
I won’t be like my father
Shouting at the maids and quarreling with the gateman
Saying harsh and big f**** words that can’t fit the size of my mouth
Not like my father
To disguise as a gentleman to the public yet a horror at home
A thief of peace at home
Dashing out quacks of fake smiles and rendering empty promises to win hearts
I won’t be like him
Not buying things at home but rather splashing cash in the bars
Not producing children every kilometer along the way of life
I won’t be like be like my father
Not in words nor in action
But if I am like my father blame me not
His blood flows in me beyond a DNA test
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