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.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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