the ballad of hairyface

oh hairy face art thou proud ?
for all that doth maketh thou shroud
dark strands of cloth do hiddeth thee
but one razor doth maketh free
what more can passeth thy time
than plucketh thy face and maketh thy rhyme
oh hairyface the world doth not yet see
the future of transgender springeth in thee

the ballad of unknowing

I know not, what i know
and yet as i know that i dont know
i somehow know, that not knowing
is the knowing of those in the know.