A Wing And A Prayer

My house mate and I got the boot at the same time
He sold his and I sold mine
My sibling reneged on our deal
Got a six by twelve U-haul at a steal
Packed what little was left in tubs and crates
Left room in the rig if no Motel eight
Headed west on a wing and a prayer
Out of hells gates and into the lions' lair
Jobless and homeless while on the road
It took weeks to find a temporary abode
I now have a roof over my head
For how long that cannot be said
Only unpacking what I need
It's amazing what little one can survive on indeed
When I find a more permanent home
There will be more unpacking for you to own