Don’t count me out Just because I’m down Does a tree’s leaves not Explode like dynamite In the renewing showers of Spring? Out of the ashes, I will rise. I’ll exit my tomb in A bathrobe And I’ll bark forth a yawn. Sound my barbaric yawp. Yes, I’ve been down so long
Self Portrait in a Contextless Mirror
Self Portrait in a Contextless Mirror
Self Portrait in a Contextless Mirror
Don’t count me out Just because I’m down Does a tree’s leaves not Explode like dynamite In the renewing showers of Spring? Out of the ashes, I will rise. I’ll exit my tomb in A bathrobe And I’ll bark forth a yawn. Sound my barbaric yawp. Yes, I’ve been down so long