As if Stalked by the Gideons

Nobody will mistake you for the pizza man
now, although they still hunger as you blaze by
in your ill-advised Audi engineering miracle

Your burnt rubber is an illegible signature
on the death warrant of a stricken docent
who demands the head of Alfredo Garcia

Maybe if you hunker in this well-appointed box
that overlooks your lifestyle in the parking
lot, your room tidied to your satisfaction by Dot

Maybe if you try all the drawers, you will find
one without a testament - No informant,
no safe, no one-page notepad, no black balled socks

No green-grained epistle
Less a stolen Book of Job