Nietzsche’s Sidecar
—a poem with citrus, chaos, and the void

He ordered doubt in a crystal glass,
A rim of sugar, sweet morass.
The barkeep grinned—he’d seen this play:
The thinkers drink, then fade away.

A pour of scotch to dull the ache,
The moral weight, the grand mistake.
Then Grand Marnier, a golden lie,
Like sunsets bleeding out the sky.

A dash of lemon, cold and sharp,
To cut through thought grown thick and dark.
He lifted it with trembling grace,
And saw no meaning in its place.

A toast: “To chaos, cruel and kind—
The only god that doesn’t mind.”
He drank, he laughed, then disappeared,
Just as the sugar rim had feared.

📜 Nietzsche’s Sidecar – The Recipe

Instructions:
Shake all ingredients with ice.
Strain into a coupe glass with or without a sugared rim.
Sip slowly. Stare into abyss. Repeat as necessary.