Snakebite – By Geox
a poem where the fangs are sweet and the venom is lime
No warning hiss, no coiled grace,
Just fire masked in citrus lace.
It came in fast, a sharp descent,
A kiss, a wince, a punishment.
Yukon bit with honeyed charm,
A velvet sting, a rugged harm.
Then lime struck back, all acid grin,
The kind of pain you ask back in.
No chaser here, no mellow tone,
Just burn and bite and cracked jawbone.
A shot glass shaped like consequence,
A ritual of no defense.
You tossed it back, the barroom hissed,
A venom pact you couldn’t resist.
And as it warmed your blood in flight,
You swore: Just one.
Then said: Alright.
📜 Snakebite – The Recipe
- 1 oz Yukon Jack
- 1 oz Fresh Lime Juice
- Garnish: None. A real snakebite doesn’t come with flair.
Instructions:
Shake hard with ice.
Strain into a shot glass.
Serve immediately—before second thoughts molt into wisdom.
Best consumed when the music’s too loud, the lights are too low, and you want your bad decisions delivered neat.