Escalator, I'll Kill You Later

To the horrible escalator

Located in the middle of the mall,

Existing solely to make them hate her,

Wasting further time as she stalls.

Although you wish to elevate her,

She prefers the use of her own two feet.

Your location serves as a campaign maker,

For further bits and bobs and treats.

In search of her mother’s favors,

She is forced to cross your lengths.

Even when she never waivers,

She is lost in the chaos of your steps.

In comparison to your cousins, you are flatter,

Taking half an eternity to climb three feet.

Timeless, senseless, surrounded by chit chatter,

Again, she and the wrong end of yourself meet.

So hear this dear escalator,

Stuck on the same track for ever more,

What she says is: “I’ll kill you later!”,

While despairingly hunting for the staircase door.