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
