The Bluebird

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 pour 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 night 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?
         
– Bukowski

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