Maps

I have been accused
(And perhaps it's rightly so) 
Of having simply no idea 
How to get from go to whoa

I must confess that's true 
I so easily get lost 
My inner sense of direction 
Gets it wires crossed 

I hesitate too long 
When turning left or right 
Landmarks keep on moving 
Often changing overnight 

Fear not, I have the answer 
For those who can relate 
Your confidence will rise 
And your stress levels abate 

As you grip the steering wheel 
About to nervously collapse 
A disembodied voice speaks - 
Thank God for Google maps

humorrhyme

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