A Rebellion Against The Heralds

Why should I submit my name
To a herald's rule?
He cannot tell me who I am.
I will be no one's fool.
I am a bard and master of
My own identity.
Obscure rules in dusty files
Mean not a whit to me.

We play a time in which there was
No standard spelling set,
No surnames as we know them,
No conventions to be met.
My free spirit balks at rules
On authenticity
Set by some snooty laurel
Who's more period than me.

So I am in no hurry
To jump through all the hoops,
Cross the i's and dot the t's
To join the proper groups.
I'm too busy having fun
To worry about my name.
It matters not what you submit;
It's how you play the game.