—the overkill order that starts like power and ends like palpitations.
The first shot hit, you felt alive,
A pulse that said, you will survive.
The second came, the edges blurred,
Your thoughts outran the spoken word.
The third arrived, your hands betrayed,
The shakes you swore were just parade.
You smiled too wide, you spoke too loud,
Your heart a drum inside the crowd.
What seemed like strength was just excess,
A borrowed jolt, a wired mess.
You drained the cup, you called it fate,
Too much, too fast, already late.
📜 Triple Threat – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 3 oz Espresso (pulled back-to-back-to-back, like bad decisions)
- ¼ oz Simple Syrup (optional—sweetness won’t save you)
- Garnish: None—speed is garnish enough
Instructions:
Pull three espresso shots into one oversized cup. Add syrup only if you’re pretending to soften the blow. Serve scalding hot, no pause, no ceremony. Drink like you mean it. Wait for the crash.