well, Right at this very moment i'm sitting in my creative writing class, and i was just instructed to write some free verse poetry. i was just wondering what you thought about my poem, and if you think i could expand it and turn it into lyrics perhaps?

thanks for any critiques in advance=]

An Acorn, Swinging, Swaying in the breeze.
Careless, protected by the great oak.
Oblivious to the world below and beyond itself,
Until it’s ancient mother casts it off of her branches
And onto the hard ground from which she herself sprouted so long ago.
She does this not because she doesn’t care, but because she does, and she wants her child to grow.
But as the ground rushes up to meet him, the acorn doesn’t understand this, and the Majestic oak doesn’t expect him to.
Hey man, please give the rules at the top of the forum a quick read then you can repost this.

Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.