"Write a poem,"  he says
He's the teacher, I'm the student.
I must do as he says
It's the fist day in my poetry class

"What's the subject?," I ask
"Free subject," He says
"What extention?," I ask
Free extention," He says

(In silence, I look at the white page)
I don't know what to write
I don't know how to start 
What's the point, anyway?

I leave the room
I suck at writing poems