Two kinds of love

I sat in the same bar for 7 years, from 5 a.m (the day bartender let me in 2 hours early) To 2 a.m Sometimes I didn't even remember going back To my room It were as if I were sitting on the barstool Forever I had no money but the drinks kept Arriving To them I wasn't the bar clown But the bar fool But at times a fool will find a greater Fool to Admire him And It was a crowded Place Actually, I had a viewpoint: I was waiting for Something extraordinary to Happen But as the years wasted on Nothing ever did unless I Caused it: Broken bar mirrors, a fight with a 7 foot Giant, a dalliance with a lesbian, many things Like the ability to call a spade a spade and to Settle arguments that I did not Begin and etc. and etc. and etc One day I just upped and left the Place Like that And I began to drink alone and I found the company Quite all right Then, as if the gods were bored with my peace at Heart, knocks began upon my door: ladies The gods had sent the ladies to the Fool And the ladies arrived one at a time and when it ended with One The gods immediately--without allowing me any respite--sent Another And each began as a flash of miracle--even the bed--and the Good ended up Bad My fault, of course, yes, that's what they told Me But I remembered the 7 years in the bar, I hardly ever bedded Down with anybody The gods just won't let a man drink alone, they are jealous of His simple strength and salvation, they will send the lady Knocking upon that door I remember all those cheap hotels, it were as if the women Were one: the delicate little rap on the wood and then: "oh, I heard you playing that music on your radio...we're Neighbors, I'm down at 603 but I've never even seen you in The hall..." "come on in..." And there go your balls and your sanctity, Men's Liberation They say, is not needed And then you remember the bar When you walked up behind the 7 foot giant and knocked his Cowboy hat off his head, yelling: "I'll bet you sucked your mother's nipples until you were 12 years old!" Somebody in the bar saying: "hey, sir, forget it, he's a mental Case, he's an asshole, he doesn't know what he is Saying!" "I know EXACTLY what I am saying and I'll say it again: I'll bet you sucked..." He won but you didn't die, not at all the way you died when the Gods arranged to get all those ladies knocking and you went for The first flash of miracle The other fight was more fair: he was slow, stupid and even a Little bit frightened and it went well for quite a good while Just like with the ladies those gods Sent The difference being, I thought I had a chance with the Ladies