eleven expensive minutes in space, barely

the Russians

sent

up a few dogs,

we sent up a few

monkeys.

nothing much

has changed.

things go up

and come back to

the ground

again.

now it's celebrities.

no buttons to push,

no levers,

no steering wheel.

just a window

and cushy seats.

not even a cup

of tang.

eleven minutes,

whoopee.