Off Your Head

I had you down as a man of sense 
So well and wisely read
But if you say the moon-shots were just pretence
You must be off your head.

Sam was watching Ivan, and Ivan Sam
A sleepless Cold War squint
So if you say the Reds were in on any scam
Cerebrally, you’re skint.

I can’t help that you were born too late
Into a culture so second-rate
How could you cope when it dawned on you
There’s nothing breathtaking left for you to do?
You might take to your bed
But if you claim Apollo was just ballyhoo
You’re clearly off your head.

NASA had contractors from far and wide
Four hundred thousand strong
And if you say that each of those boffins lied
Your head’s been screwed on wrong.

Half a ton of Moon rock was brought away
And three new minerals found
Still you’re crying “hoax”, and I have to say
I don’t enjoy your
            Paranoia
                    Or how you’re gaining ground.

I can’t help that you were born too late
And you feel you have to denigrate
All the achievements that pre-date you
There’s nothing breathtaking left for you to do
You might take to your bed
But if you claim Apollo was just ballyhoo
You’re clearly off your head.
You must be off your head.