there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,stay in there,I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out,
but i pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down,do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too clever,I only let him out
at nigh sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say,I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there,I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep,but I don't
weep,
do you?


Charles Bukowski,Bluebird