time seriously... guys

[Bunx]

It is time to go, seriously guys.
My mom wants to 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 to 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 then....................
I could not love you back.

---

prose tech robbie. thanks for the comments. come suggestions taken. again i am a noobie at this. see novice poetry

---

again thanks for the serious critque. this poem is pretty a serious poem about what we all got.

---

time seriously...
guys
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,
she is 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.

---

fucked around with the structure as well
edit 3

---

It is time to go, seriously guys.
My mom wants be home by nine, "be" to me
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 We have to 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.

Interesting use of oak as a metaphor for an emotion. I get a little confused in verse three with what the rhythm, is it supposed to feel like broken up thoughts? Overall very intriguing poem!