Lost

When it comes to choosing roads to drive on, my cousin always makes the wrong selections.

He gets lost and he's a man so you know he doesn't ask for directions.

He got lost in a town that's full of prostitutes and pimps.

He got out of there as fast as he could because he's a wimp.



Last week he got lost in a town that's full of hillbillies.

He accidentally smashed into somebody's trailer and they slapped him silly.

If you're like my cousin, don't drive a car.

You'll be better off staying where you are.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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