The Sleeping Giants of Nesbinth

David Crosby brushed against my shoulder,
gingras in hand, and we made fun of Neil Young
“A man needs a maid,” Neil said. No, we said,
you just lust for a sexual object made subservient
by your wealth. Oh, but those were different times,
I suppose. “If that is what you want to tell yourself,”
David said. “You should retract the song, or at least
apologize,” I said. Neil just said, “Fuck it.” “I guess
with that much money you don’t have to care,” I flayed.