GPS again
Hey friend, GPS
or maybe enemy.
I know you…know you well…
knew you before birth
I was you
with sextant, astrolabe, other tools
I made lines LOPs that you use
yours come of satellites
mine varied, were many
unlike yours,
I had the TACAN and VOR, ADF, and LORAN
even more…
Now
Devil you are and surpassed me
Sometimes like crazy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem