The janitor

Whatever can be wrong?
He’s not slurring his speech at all,,
Or making jokes to second graders
About his cousin’s bong.
 He made safe and normal eye contact
And wore his uniform with pride,
And he quickly answered the door
To the room he usually slept inside.
He accomodated my request,
With an elf’s clever hands
And politely uttered “cunt”
When he tipped over the full dust pan.