I sit in class and my head is empty

Nothing comes to mind

I try for an idea

An idea of any kind

All I see is white 

I have nothing to write

To the internet I look

All I see are dumb ideas on my cheap chromebook

The clock goes tick

I have waited til the last minute

I thought I would be able to finish quick

The more I thinks the less time I to finish

It looks as though my poem will be childish and plain

Then an idea springs to my brain

The poem could be about my procrastination

A poem to the lazy across the nation

Yes! I have found a subject for the document

The the chromebook I type with swift finger movement

I type about my lack of prep or thought

For an F I hope not