Mr Kamikaze & his Mechanical Animals

Every button I press in my elevator takes me to the same floor.
And the woman I adore is living in the lift. Living on the fourth floor, a face like a monkey’s fist.

Anyone I confront in the foyer of the building changes the subject to one that I hate, or morphs into an animal with human characteristics and leaves in the manner their new form facilitates. I’m going up!

There’s a fire in the lift so I have to use the stairs, but the stairs aren’t really there so I have to use the lift.
But every button I press in my elevator takes me to the same floor.

I’ll write to her but she won’t know.