Charles Bukowski - Cows In Art Class lyrics

Good weather is like
Good women- it doesn't always happen
And when it does it doesn't
Always last man is
More stable: If he's bad
There's more chance he'll stay that way
Or if he's good he might hang
On but a woman
Is changed by
Children age
Diet conversation
Sex the moon
The absence or presence of sun
Or good times a woman must be nursed
Into subsistence by love
Where a man can become stronger
By being hated
I am drinking tonight in Spangler's Bar
And I remember the cows
I once painted in Art class
And they looked good
They looked better than anything
In here i am drinking in Spangler's Bar
Wondering which to love and which
To hate, but the rules are gone:
I love and hate only myself-
They stand outside me
Like an orange dropped from the table
And rolling away it's what I've got to
Decide: Kill myself or
Love myself? Which is the treason?
Where's the information coming from?
Bookslike broken glass:
I wouldn't wipe my ass with 'em
Yet, it's getting darker, see?
(we drink here and speak to each other and
Seem knowing) buy the cow with the biggest
Tit's buy the cow with the biggest
Rump present arms
The bartender slides me a beer
It runs down the bar
Like an Olympic sprinter
And the pair of pliers that is my hand
Stops it, lifts it
Golden piss of dull temptation i drink and
Stand there the weather bad for cows
But my brush is ready to stroke up
The green grass straw eye
Sadness takes me all over
And I drink the beer straight down
Order a shot fast
To give me the guts and the love to go
On