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Okay, so after a few beers and couple of hours I'm writing here again. Funny that my last entry was also about hope and poetry. I promise the two are unrelated. I found a diary that is a poetry workshop. While I have no intentions of joining or submitting to their project, I took the opportunity to be a good student and take a stab at the assignment for the month of July: write a poem about hope in sonnet form. Well, the rhyme and rhythm of structured form are not my style, but I wrote one anyway. It's not exactly a sonnet (hey, I tried), but it's about hope, and it's three quatrains and couplet. Forgive the corniness, but it's my diary, and therefore my privelage to be as cheesy as I see fit. And now (drum roll please), my noncontribution to the poetry collab ring.

Fumbling with a pack of camel lights
I curse the rain with each wet step.
Is it better to walk or change a tire?
A downpour dilemma, and the answer is wet.

Which god do you pray to for a ride?
I hope he’s not why I’m in this mess.
My own good deed is at fault this time;
“keep the jack” I’d said- it won’t be missed.

I’m assuming thieves don’t like ugly cars-
not that mine is going anywhere today.
It’d be a shame to have walked so far
for a friggin' jack and spare in vain.

I don’t care if the damn thing ever moves-
I want this bic to strike so I can smoke.

Assignments are fun to play with when you're not actually in a class . Good night all.