My GPS betrayed me
It let my car run free
I ended up at my crazy aunt’s trailer
If I got out of the car I’d have to see her
I pulled the wire out of the dash
My GPS laughed and told me I would crash
I threw the GPS out the window
I jammed my car into gear and started to go
I backed out of the driveway with tires smoking
It was time to get going–I wasn’t joking
Right then and there I felt like I was losing my mind
I looked in the rearview mirror and the GPS was following behind
It was hopping along like a frantic kangaroo
It was yelling “You need me, I need you”
I slammed on the brakes and it smashed into the rear of the car
The GPS moaned with its last dying breath “You won’t get far”
I reached in the glove compartment and pulled out a map
I had put an end to the GPS crap
But the map looked like tangled gibberish and a pile of scree
The GPS was right: I needed it and it needed me