time seriously... guys

[Robbie Reaper]

It is time to go, seriously guys.
My mom wants be home by nine,
or she will crack my spine;
and buy a new plane to fly.

Guys, come on it is time to roll.
We have all be there before
another show. Another girl seeing
another world. Before her eyes.

Girls don't need. They give me
the only thing I ever want, smiling
hugging. Kissing is good, but so
is a mood made out of beautiful oak.
Oak petrified by love for man.
Love for child, and love for me.

Some days I wish I could be
an oak tree. But than....................
I could not love you back.

I agree. This composition has errors that need to be corrected. Also, I do not think it should remain uploaded here in the serious critique section. (It does not seem to be a very serious poem...) Other than that, I'm glad to see that you've taken an interest in writing and I hope you continue to grow as a writer.

Best wishes,
Robbie Reaper