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 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's 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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