============================
It was break of morn.
Birds were singing their yawn.
They weren’t in fur, my Marie.
It fit the feel.
You’re in for the kill.
They wrote it in for Lynn.
To support my free art and music:
Donate via Paypal | Join my Substack & Music Fan Club | my Etsy & Ebay
***************************************************************************
Home | Art | Writing | Music | Black Ivory | Photos | Jompiy |
Bio | Blog | Camden | Pattaya | Advertism | CryptocuRency |
Heckel’s Horse Jr. | Billy Childish studio | Nirvana | Stolen | Contact |
Join my mailing list by emailing: jompiy@jompiy.com
============================
It was break of morn.
Birds were singing their yawn.
They weren’t in fur, my Marie.
It fit the feel.
You’re in for the kill.
They wrote it in for Lynn.
To support my free art and music:
Donate via Paypal

The QR code above will take you to my Paypal donate page.
Also see other donation and shopping options.
Latest Instagram Posts: