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