Chocolette7

BluebirdCharles Bukowskithere&`&s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut 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 thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe&`&sin there.there&`&s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I&`&m too tough for him,I say,stay down, do you want to messme up?you want to screw up theworks?you want to blow my book sales inEurope?there&`&s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut 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 besad.then I put him back,but he&`&s singing a littlein there, I haven&`&t quite let himdieand we sleep together likethatwith oursecret pactand it&`&s nice enough tomake a manw