I am sitting in class

Writing this poem.

When I look up,

I realize I’m not listening.

As the chalk screams “Pop Quiz”

I am fed up.

O! cruel mean school,

My forehead is now glistening.

I can’t run now.

I wish I wasn’t such a dumbass.

I should have done this assignment last night.

That’s what I get for procrastinating.

Now I stare at it like a large mouth Bass.

I hope that my grades will rise to the top.