Poetry contest entry

Now I know how it feels.

Now I know how it feels to be told to write something, right now.
My students cry and complain if I say, “It’s due at the end of the hour.”
Those words makes their stomachs sour.
“I don’t know what to write about,” they say.
I respond with, “Get started, everything will be ok.”

Now I know how it feel to search for inspiration, right now.
I’m crying and complaining because I made a deal with Erin.
We’ll have a contest on facebook , but my mind is completely barren.
“I need some inspiration,” I think.
I look around to find something that inspires me,
But find nothing close, Oh Gee.