Shake, Mohammed

© Michael D. Morrissey March 20, 2007

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Rockin' rollin', rattlin', mov'in, shakin'
incredible breath-taking, belief-defying mastermind,
the one and only Perpetrator, Mother of All Crimes,
'tis I, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed,
the most powerful superman of all mankind,
able to crush tall buildings with a single plane
faster than the FAA and NORAD,
more powerful than the US Air Force,
able to pulverize tall buildings with a single plane

and another one with no plane at all.

Look, to the skies!
My jet fuel burns at 2770 degrees and more,
cuts steel like thermite into truck-bed lengths
for easy transport to China, a federal offense,
after defying the laws of physics,
collapsing hundred-story buildings at free-fall speed
into their own footprints, vaporizing everything,
except my main man Mohammed's passport.

Nothing beside remains.

At the Pentagon, the best-defended building on the planet,
my man Hani Hanjour, cleverly disguised as an incompetent,
who according to his flight instructor couldn't fly a Cessna 172,
pulled a 757 through a 270° spiral turn at 400 mph to hit the Pentagon precisely
where Donald Rumsfeld wasn't, but where the ONI was
and the records of the 1.3 trillion dollars were
that Rumsfeld had said the day before were "missing."

Then I had 100 tons of airplane vaporized inside the building,

leaving the lawn outside pristine, the windows on the second floor
unbroken, and a neat little 12-foot hole for whatever
punched through six walls and then also vaporized.

You see my jet fuel gets so damn hot it vaporizes steel
but not humans, which is why the military could identify
184 victims, but not the plane.

Rummy said it was a missile, but this was just a slip.

Finally, in Shanksville, my plane disappeared into thin earth,
leaving just a smoking hole.

No one can match these feats.

I did it all. I have defeated you.

Sure, to get me to confess they put me on the rack.
But look at what I did to you, and your red white and blue.
You will never get your country back.

I gave you the man of the new century, Big Brother,
the oldest burning bush, conqueror of nations, first the US,
then Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran still to come,
Hegemond of Oilland, Destroyer of constitutions,

habeas corpus, peace and freedom,
Maker of concentration camps, military trials with torture,
preemptive warfare, CIA renditions,
Total Information Awareness and an 8.6 trillion dollar debt,
Filler of body bags, Commander-in-chief extraordinaire,
never having been to Vietnam but AWOL in Alabam
and a VP never adorned with a US uniform.

With such enemies, who needs friends?

I kept your President in a children's classroom

listening to a goat's story, the Secret Service petrified
for 30 minutes and failing to order air cover
while the FAA and NORAD continued fumbling
and I with boxcutters and a few good men
on the 9/11 Commission to get the story straight
and keep me out of it, along with Building 7
and most of the rest of what I'm telling you,
destroyed you. My genius is boundless.

I kept my boys' names off the flight manifests.

I killed three thousand people in one day.
I got the gold out of the basement, put the puts and called the calls,
told Giuliani the Towers were gonna fall,
and two people at Odigo.

I gave Mohammed Atta a hundred thousand dollars
via the head of Pakistan intelligence
who met with CIA the week preceding 9/11,
told Attorney-General Ashcroft not to fly
Willie Brown of San Francisco not to fly

Larry Silverstein to say he'd "pull it,"
the FBI to ignore their field agents
who had learned about my plans,
the Commission to ignore most everything,
like the president's brother Marvin and cousin Wirt
being in charge of WTC security,
and lie about the rest,
like calling 47 massive steel Tower cores
"hollow steel shafts."

I told the BBC to say Building 7 had collapsed
23 minutes before it happened.

All of this just to create confusion
and encourage outrageous conspiracy theories,
which now you don't need anymore, because I am the man.

I am the most powerful person in the universe.
The first to bring steel-framed buildings down by fire.
The first to defeat the US Air Defense Command.
The first to destroy American democracy.

I am Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, Sheikh of Sheikhs.
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.