sonnet I give a care

I give a care as certified dry nurse
Im not a prostitute or parasite
A silver linings clicked in monthly curse
In year round bust aesthetic not right quite
A bitch in heat extends a pinker purse
Its open season morning noon and night
Dog boobs as temporary bags disperse
Milk forward puppies slurp in sweet delight
I lie on beanbags then undo my blouse
I utter oink oink oink a backward code
My nursing cups on hinges then unhouse
My piglet pacifiers my node and node
My sad runts granted scrum I never spritz
I keep a peace I cure a bacon blitz
Chorus spritz issue jet