Driving Mad
"If I turn left, I'll drive right through that house"
He can't read a map, but insists he's right.
I grip the wheel, silent as a church mouse,
This is going to be a long, long night.
"The map says to go left, you missed the turn"
It's as if he's blind to what's real on Earth,
Crashing the car might help him see and learn,
But, the damage would cost more than it's worth.
"There isn't any left-" I start to say,
Then I realize the map is upside-down.
A funny end to a wonderful day,
I tell him, laughing; he gives me a frown.
He says "Not my fault. The map isn't clear."
I just smile. "Whatever you say, dear."
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