My Poetry Is an Open Door!

If I may shed the anonymity of modesty, I will in the eventuality of art introduction. Though there can be only one Jim Morrison, and though we are far beyond the land of English-to-English untranslation, I will, on the occasions, share the musings of the stillborn poet.

Pimp Juiceless

for Nelly

My fluids are gone, all gone,
Both my love fluids
And my fluids that matter not at all.
Where have you taken my fluids, girl?
Far, far from Myanmar,
Whose leading exports are rice and teak?

America! Do you feel with me?