There's yams in my pants? a poetic expression maybe a few can relate to

theres yams in my pants?
GiVe Us ThE eGo DeAtH.
nature anarchy;

i'm ugly
insanities are constellations
rock me some popul voh and a song
in the marshy abstractions

i'm always alive and I die
cry when i fly
i'm ugly
and i'm going to die

suddenly i'm a sputtering storm drain
full of condensing dream
a damp symphony of the hills
i am crazy
yet i am happy in my life
and have never died
i just feel wise

sense is for the foolish
immortality is invisible
as letters i speak to all the moments and i say;
its only empty sensation hopeless no one could learn from it

i am incredibly artsy for no reason, thus have no idea where i am or what the place is
my divination consists of ending all suffering, by selfless means, appearing
as random trees, a blade of grass, a peice of dust flying so nonchalantly through the air, or an exciting new communication of the herbs!

I am Yagya, chieftain NONEXISTER of all samskaras
CHA!

i don't reside spontaneously in a realm of sleep, stealing away
like buttered hills to watch the smoke eaters
become cloudlike on the mesa

 

Excuse me for asking , what does this have to do with transgender?.
I read it, and it sound like your confused, would you care to elaborate?.