Two roads diverged on my Google Maps,
And sorry I could not go where both led
And drive one Tesla – lousy app! –
I looked down one as shown on my lap
To where it merged with a line of red.
Then took the yellow route (with other souls),
As having perhaps the better claim,
Because it lacked traffic and wanted tolls;
Though as for that some huge pot holes
Had made them both equally lame.
Each GPS gave a similar display
In reds and yellows (but little green).
Oh, I kept the crimson for another day!
Yet knowing how Waze leads on to Waze
I doubted the same route would reappear on my screen.
I shall be telling this with such glee
Somewhere later when stopped for gas:
Two apps proposed divergent roads, and me,
I took the one with the lower fee,
And that let me use my EZPass.
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Howard Zaharoff reads (a lot), writes (mostly humor), teaches (occasionally) and practices law (doesn't everyone?). He is the author of "Stump Your Lawyer!" (Chronicle 2007), and his work has appeared in The Boston Globe, Wall Street Journal, Amazing Stories, Computerworld, The Journal of Irreproducible Results, The Annals of Improbable Research and the books Growing Up Jewish (Penguin 1987) and Sex As a Heap of Malfunctioning Rubble (and Further Improbabilities) (Workman 1993), among other places.