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 outbut
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 night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say,
I know that you're there,
so don't besad.
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)
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