If my Supreme Religious Leader were Howard Stern,
I could have understanding and pity;
My husband! There’s something that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down. I cannot abide forbidden love.
I am good—but sometimes I burn
For the sighing pleasures of Hades.
Every husband, who is a husband, is Khomeini
So it is better for the president to be Khomeini, too
So my heart can never be false to you.
I cannot ride the train, magically in love,
And depart from him at our separate stops—
Night after night, day after day, my heart rises and drops!
I want safety and love inside one family.
None, none, none can ever be free.
I want a smiling god of mercy and pity.
I don’t want interference. I don’t want to flee.
I want the simplest kind of privacy.
I don’t want walls between family, and friends, and everyone I know.
That was death: to hide inside the realms that sigh and cry to him don’t go.
