Political Poem

Our state put subdivision on the map,
invented traffic arteries, suburbs,
redesignated dead end cul-de-sac
and made the freeways frequent. It disturbs
the symmetry – our huge diversity
a manatee that tips a dish of prawns
that cluster near Long Island on a quay:
the West has water wars; the East has lawns.

If we could subdivide our state in three
we mostly think we’d better spend our lives.
We’d part north-center-south so naturally:
divide the baby and the kid survives.
“Too big to flourish and too large to fail”
is purchased with economies of scale.

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