MAMAS ... TRUST

her TRUST is like a TRUSS even tho
I stare at BUSTS of SLUTS releasing
my LUSTS kept on LISTS.

My LISA'S lab DIALS and VIALS under
an ALIAS that RAILS against the
LAIRS of ELIAS wagging his TAILS

I TALLY what SALLY SLAYS
LADYS, dont DALLY over the DAILY
IDEAL of PLAID on PLAIN
will get you SLAIN by NAILS
sent in the MAILS and MALLS by
men with SMALL BALLS who talk
marriage, then BALKS, then BAILS, then
to Italy sets SAILS, your fate he SEALS,
your heart he SELLS to make monthly
SALES so he can buy BALES of hay for
LAMBS, LAMAS, and diapers
for baby's MAMAS