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 goingto let anybody seeyou.
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 bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe'sin 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 outat night sometimeswhen 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 littlein there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with oursecret pact

and it's nice enough to make a man weep,

but I don't weep, do you?

Bukowski