An Ode to a GPS Navigator

O, my GPS navigator,
How I admire your work ethic
You never fail to put forth your best effort
To help me find my way,
No matter how many times
A new path must be found

O, my GPS navigator,
You are ever so polite
Always speaking quietly
So I cannot hear you over the radio
Even when it is turned all the way down
And my turn is just ahead

O, my GPS navigator,
Always reminding me to appreciate
What was once thought inconvenient
Such as Mapquest
And even folded paper maps
From filthy gas stations

O, my GPS navigator,
You bring out the rebel in me
As I cross four lanes of traffic without signaling
To make the exit in time
So that I might go the wrong way
On a one-way street

O, my GPS navigator,
You always forgive me when we fight
As I shout and hit the dashboard
You sit patiently and never quarrel
Calmly giving the next direction
Perhaps that is why I keep returning to you