bluebird
de Charles Bukowski(2005)
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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 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?