Iran launches a turbaned monkey into space
To boost the reputation of its fall from grace.
The theocrats must prove they are scientific-
Not backward and superstitious country hicks.
O monkey, your name is Supreme Ayatollah-
The chattering vicegerent of infinite Allah!
What vantage you have from your high heaven,
Compared to our humble terrestrial station!
O fatuous fatwa crapped from purest conceit-
Such proclamation is full of exalted shit.
Poetry of Masters has been traded for this:
To live by the profane word of religious piss!
Darvish remembers the Friend, whirling in place-
Protected from the monkey orbiting in space.