(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />When it comes to choosing roads to drive on, my cousin always makes the wrong selections. <br />He gets lost and he's a man so you know he doesn't ask for directions. <br />He got lost in a town that's full of prostitutes and pimps. <br />He got out of there as fast as he could because he's a wimp. <br /> <br />Last week he got lost in a town that's full of hillbillies. <br />He accidentally smashed into somebody's trailer and they slapped him silly. <br />If you're like my cousin, don't drive a car. <br />You'll be better off staying where you are.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-174/
