Nabokov's Song

A brew so bitter
Brim with doubt
A taste so harsh
Spit myself out
A wine whose taste
Degrades with age
A beer whose foam
Will fizzle out

A servant without heart or spine
Serpentine and saturnine
The nectar of the gods and kings
Could be no more unlike mine



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Writer(s): Jacob Bond
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