Bluebird ~ stolen from Juek~

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
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 blew 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?

- Charles Bukowski

hmmm... nice poem ryte? Its just different. I love the way metaphore is used. Bluebird can mean a lot of things and it signify something to me.. Oh bluebird~ Yeah, I do weep.