The Troubadour

The troubadour from an unseen place comes,
To poetically sing of those current events...
In villages where such a presence can incense,
Those with dirty laundry to hide...
In secret corners to deny and blocked to sightings,
From those not living within exclusive fences...
To protect their doings without lament.

Entertaining but may be found highly offensive,
When the lyrics of the poet stings...
And nothing romantic are among the offerings.
Since this troubadour intends,
To mock and parrot those incidents defended...
By those living amongst the villagers,
And pretending a nonrealistic existence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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