Elevator Boy

In the hallway she asked me
what I do for a living.
3 weeks I stared at her on the elevator.
She liked to wear short skirts.
I have the bad habit
not to tie my shoes in my flat.
We lived on the same floor
and on the elevator I had time
to enjoy my life.
She was the highlight of my day
and it was still hours to go.
“Nobody knows I am genius”
“Sounds serious”
“Not really
if you can’t carry something
it might as well weigh a ton”
Risk in life was
what I was missing
So I stopped the elevator
And I made a worthwhile experience nonetheless
that vodka is also fitting
to clean your eyes off pepper spray.