My Mother’s Tramp Stamp

My mom had my name tattooed
Right above her ass crack
On the small of her back
She loved me like no other
That was my mother

She was sentimental about her body modifications
And yet when I make the suggestion
That one of my bitches do the same
And go downtown to tattoo my name
Somewhere on their body
They look at my oddly

You act like I didn’t spend the whole of last week
Eating your ass out
What’s that about?
Too soon?
Bitch, you was little spoon
Just this morning
I brought you breakfast in bed
You gave me toothy head
We familiar, hon
Get it done

My mother’s tramp stamp
Showed me she cared
Enough to put my name right there
Directly below the names
Of a few rowdy sailors that came before
They don’t make them like my mom no more