Heresy

Born into a spot of bother
Mother, father (bless ’em)
Failed to compile
A risk-assessment

I am persona not-quite-grata
(’Cept to them, thank heavens)
And not inclined to get in line
Tick boxes, read small print
’Specially as I no longer sign up to

The myth of TWO
We have three parents, minimum
Number One, the Mum
Then Two – a male one
(Possibly anon)
The third our time
Our place, our ambience
Its history and happenstance

“Peripheral”? I hear you say
Well, I say nay
And here’s a view that’s closer to the truth
Life’s a fine old multi-faceted
Fluke