It’s no longer daring or odd,
To refuse to believe in a god.
Though I get quite irate,
Reading online debate,
Both sides sound like peas in a pod

John Moynes

(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)

Though the landing was quite a close call,
Our robot’s there for the long haul,
Barring unforeseen strife,
We’ll find signs of life,
And not end up like Total Recall.

John Moynes

(NASA)

There’s a shortage of guards on the streets,
As civilisation retreats,
But those at the wheel,
Stick to a tired spiel,
About blaming electrical beats.

John Moynes

Calls for the noose and castration.
Have been made right across the nation,
For a vicious assault,
Has been judged as the fault,
Of “cholesterol medication”.

John Moynes

(Photocall Ireland)

That slippery fellow, Pete Quinn,
Disappeared with the cash of his kin,
Left a nation irate,
When he fled from the state,
Fingers crossed, he might hand himself in.

John Moynes

Context

(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)