• 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 and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

    Charles Bukowski: 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 
 and the grocery clerks 
 never know that 
 he's 
 in there.
    Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.494, Canongate Books