Bluebird

Bluebird ΒΥ Charles Bukowski
Τhere'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 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?