A poem on how many people think about the state.
Axilla Americana,
The armpit of America,
The underarm of the Union,
And why is it called those names?
Is it because of the sweat glands,
That produce medicines and chemicals
And refine oils,
Is it because of the sweat,
The sweat of Italian stereotypes
Produced by media hype?
Is it because of the the axillary artery,
The fetid Turnpike,
Lined with those sweat glands,
Or is it because of the long thoraic vein,
The plugged-up Parkway,
That sweats in the summer with tourists?
But some people don’t mind to be the particles,
They love to embrace it,
They don’t see the armpit as an armpit,
They see the armpit as their beloved home,
But they wish others say the same,
Especially when they scorn the axilla.
The long thoraic vein of the armpit of America: the Garden State Parkway. (Image by dougtone via Flickr)
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