Motel 6

God’s got me in his back pocket,

black billfold, plastic driver’s license,

and a sense of my demise.

He’s too busy trying to find a way to speak

to the haters, the arrogant, and legally blind.

What’s He going to say? “Hey you

find a fish, a bottle of wine and march

across the Sea of Gallilee. Look

for your nearest Motel Six. I left a light on.”