My wife has a phobia of automation
She
doesn’t trust things robotic
At
the hospital she wont use
Sliding
doors because their automatic
We
have to walk round the back
Circumnavigating
the complex
To
find a door we have to open
To
accommodate her own complex
Then
up sixteen flights of stairs
For
she doesn’t like the elevators
Nor
does she like travelators
And
she doesn’t do the escalators
Up
and up the stairs we go
No
wonder my heart rate is so high
No
wonder my pulse is racing
Why
must hospital reach up to the sky?
I’m
out of breath and tiring
Is
it any wonder I’m in a state?
Because
she’s a technophobe
I’m
a heart attack candidate
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