This dud's for you (06?)

They did it with trick mirrors, behind the grassy knoll,
Their secret decrees were concealed in pocket umbrellas
on a sunny morning around Dealey Plaza in Dallas.
The second plane didn't crash, and there was no footage.
The puppeteers cobbled together a crisis they could use.
And they were housed in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue,
angry they couldn't corner the market in mind control.

The puppeteers needed a crisis on which they could prey.
Because it wasn't going to be tax cuts or social security.
Their hold on power was slipping without a crisis at hand.
So they deployed shooters at various points behind the grassy knoll,
and detonated the second building with surplus depth charges
While the second plane was diverted and the jets never scrambled.

They deployed the shooter with an umbrella on Dealey Plaza,
Lee Harvey their patsy. From that distance, he couldn't shoot
a circus elephant zonked out on fucking tranquilizers.
His rifle couldn't graze a trained bear rolling a beach-ball
While a Lincoln Continental with a woman in a pill-box hat
Circled round and round, while one plane crashed the tower
And the second tower was blown into, poof! smoke and mirrors
Like some mascarad stadium rock and roll joker sticking a tongue out
While the signal flares announce the coming of the Antichrist,
To ramp up the urgency of the crisis and distract the masses.

There were actors in that black Lincoln circling the cul-de-sac,
The Book Depository behind them, the second plane not crashing,
And it was done with detonators, with smoke and trick mirrors
they could have lifted from the wreck of the Pacific Ocean Palisades.
Why were the remains and personal effects spirited away so soon?
Where were the ballistic tests, where the dummy with the umbrella?
The umbrella could fire off a couple rounds and still be concealed.
A depth charge, no jet, opened the fifth wall of the Pentagon,
And the second passenger jet never flew into the second tower,
and the towers disappeared in puffs of smoke and trick mirrors,
and the astronauts never walked the moon: a virus was hatched
to eradicate possible troublemakers over the globe before
they could even get started. But they couldn't get the people
who could bend spoons with their minds or see in the dark.

The second plane was diverted from landing, and the fuse was lit.
Lee Harvey couldn't shoot a trained elephant from his perch.
Five or ten shooters were focused on the grassy knoll that day.
In lovely weather the second plane didn't crash but the fuse blew.
The puppeteers fabricated a crisis to get a grip on the populace
through burning buildings that were unholy furnaces.
Six shooters were staged at various points on the grassy knoll.
The man in black umbrella and raincoat stood incongruously
On the curb as the Continental passed, raising his umbrella a hair.

You can see this in the Zapruder film: but they
Clipped the frames that show him as he fires.
The second plane didn't crash. The moonwalk
By the way was staged in a basement theater.
Six shooters fired on Kennedy's skull-cap:
one had to be right. They stained the petals
of the yellow roses on the hood of the Lincoln.
One plane crashed, and the cosmonaut
Treaded in a saline Murmansk water-chamber
like a giddy baby, and one plane crashed,
while the cosmonauts didn't walk the moon,
and the shooters who fired from the grassy knoll
were going far too fast for Mr. Zapruder.