Stuck!

(This is a fictional poem) I'm stuck in this elevator with a dead man and he smells very bad. I have to get out of here before I go mad. I've been in in this elevator for two days, it's not pretty in here. The stench is so bad that it has reduced me to tears. People are ignoring me, I know they've heard me shout. Will I have to become a cannibal if I can't get out? If you're wondering if this has been a pleasant experience, the answer is no. If I can't get out, maybe I can start jumping up and down and make this elevator plummet fifty-three stories below.