Bluebird by Charles Bukowski: the song created on poetry

Bluebird there&a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I&too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I¬ going to let anybody see you. there&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 and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there&a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I&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&a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I&too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody&asleep. I say, I know that you&there, so don&be sad. then I put him back, but he&singing a little in there, I haven&quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it&nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you? This was published in Bukowski&book "The Last Night of the Earth Poems" circa 1992