

The Bluebird
C. Bukowski
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?