Sum of my Parts

A sum of your parts.

Half your mother half your father

Your father half his father half his mother.

I'm a quarter classy lady and a quarter junkyard drunk

But that doesn't tell me who I have to be.

I've seen the examples,

Seen the pits they fell into.

 I knew I couldn’t follow on those treacherous paths,

I’ve got my mother’s giant feet not made for tight rope walking.

 So I’m burning half this family tree down.

 I know where my roots lay but I don't want to scale those branches.

 I'll stick with the sweet sticky fruit side.

 We may not be perfect

But it’s better than that wasp’s nest they built.