Shaving Poem by Bera Tremoz

i was gonna shave my head
clean
after 1492 days of
abstinence,
but she stopped me
and suggested a
mohawk,
i complied
and here i am with a
mohawk,
and here i am
contemplated by folks
who miss my old trademark
who see me as the usual rebel
showing defiance
to a world that once again
cares too much about too little

and all it took was a
sure, do it.

it's not even a fancy mohawk
like the ones you see on TV
or popularised by bands,
but they can think
whatever they want,
the mirror doesn't lie
nor care
at the absurdity of judgement.