bukowskify 𝙸 scream your poem
  • just put your thoughts down and we'll break them into poem lines,
  • as bukowski would have done it.


  • 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
  • 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.