Lost

(This is a fictional poem) 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.