A Portrait of Robin

Go tell it on the mountain That – twenty eleven is for Robin! Once I was on the road to perdition And my mind was wrought But then saw I the light Shinning so bright And all was right. Now that I have got myself a gun I will shoot my way to Zion Roaring like a lion! Yeah - I am not afraid of Babylon For mine eyes have seen her ruin. I want uncommon heroes for twenty eleven All dead and slain! For his marvelous patience – Darwin And for his unconquerable faith – Saint Campion Edgar Allan Poe – for his crazy imagination Just in case someday I will have to bleach my skin I will add Michael Jackson Ofcourse I wont forget Mrs. Simpson Lest I fall in love and it will be my ruin. Mine vision won’t be written on the wall Unlike that of Habakkuk the Prophet But I will inscribe it in my heart Lest it will be seen and copied by all. For I have been taught not to trust By the lady whose smile is so bright! And don’t let it be forgot That when faced with reality. I managed to wring out of life A promise of eternity To my utmost relief. After I thought all I thought And felt all l felt at the end of twenty ten What philosophers call reflection I resolved! No, I firmly purposed! Yes - I determined to write! But write what? Does it matter - will write myself a verse, a story, or even a sermon Because of all the titles given to men The tag writer appeals to me the most! And if this be vanity Then make the most of it!