Immature Tregetour Poem by Shelby Barker

Hey, immature tregetour
Participate in those daily chants
And those daily rituals,
Go dance
Around that sacred fire of
Agony.
Build those bumpy bridges now,
Or just don’t wander to the cliff in the first place.
It’s not a remembrancer’s race.
What are wants and needs?
Better go check the List of Priorities.
Number Two: “Your truths are better when you’re blue,
Different and new”
First is worse,
“Keep speaking of that curse, that the Witches
Cast upon you. The devil won’t let alone.”
So now go get that indestructible crutch
To lean on
For everything is so tender to the touch.
At every pinch or poke,
A heart is lynched so
Drastically dramatic.
What an immature lure.
Has the public been warned
Of this act sworn to be sincere?