If the plan was create panic, what better Medium than a Starbucks coffee? - Survivor.

The title is amenable to changes. I guess the whole thing is a bit experimental.

'Monie fo' hot koffee' was scribbled on 

The carton square hung around his neck.

Unkempt, smelling like he'd been dipped

In a batch of expired coffee beans,

He was withdrawn in a corner, legs shaking 

So it looked like he waved to passers-by

With his whole  malnourished body. I tried 

To not look as I hurried through

The revolving doors to the polished, dry

Brown interior where masses amassed, 

Scrummaged, crammed a tiny lobby 

With tiny tables. 

I served mighty Ego-boosters a la carte. 

The attack was well orchestrated. Starting 

With more or less a pound of flesh falling

Off the side of his arm, fresh crimson,

Harvested by the poison, while he argued 

On a rumpled piece of cream napkin over

The contents of his decaf capuccino. 

He did not shout. How could he. He was mute.

No one else did neither- not yet.

His mouth opened to let out not a scream,

But frothy foam that enveloped  both lips-

Parted to reveal coffee rusted teeth, 

A dull glow in the afternoon sunlight. 

"why me? Why Now?" His eyes pleaded.

He almost slapped the coffee cup out 

Of my hands - not yet- with his right, grabbed 

The counter with his left, freefell

As his neurons burnt to a crisp.

He gave his cup raw spastic grips

So the liquid was spilled Like ink 

onto the cafe's ground. The first scream 

was let out by a girl. She ran out 

Promptly followed by her parents. 

Hysteria broke out as others fell,dead.

A handicapped man who had rolled

In a caramel wheel chair sprang out,

Confused, headed for the exit

As though the director yelled cut

And this was the end of an act.

He hit the floor with a crack 

Like a bag of coffee- roasted-

Thrown onto a truck bed

Ready to be taken far away.

His face contorted, paralysed 

In the shape of a wrinkled bean. 

As the lucky looked at their coffee in dismay

The man with the sign rushed in to lap at the beads

Of liquid jet now ornating the floor.