Say It Plain

Uh—keep up. Eight-oh-one incidents indexed and shelved, Sentence-crafted statements meant to protect themselves, Pentagon pleasant with a press-room grin, But the footage keep interruptin’ the narrative spin, Spherical objects shift vectors mid-flight, No propulsion, no drift, just exit on sight, Pilots calibrated for pressure and fear, Still testify calm: “That shouldn’t be here,” Balloon rhetoric collapsin’ on impact, When the parallax angle don’t mathematically track, If it’s weather or clutter, label it fast, Why the language keep flexin’ like it’s walkin’ on glass? Redactions stack heavy like bricks on the truth, Every answer sound polished, every question uncouth. Say it plain. Say it plain. If you know what it is, say the name. Say it plain. Say it plain. If it’s unexplained, say that the same. Sworn-in sessions, hand raised, no theatrics, “No verifiable proof” wrapped in semantics, One-sensor snapshots, incomplete arrays, Still catalogued, timestamped, stored in a case, They say “data’s insufficient,” then confidently claim “There’s nothin’ anomalous” in the very same frame, That’s rhetorical gymnastics, bureaucratic ballet, Two opposing conclusions in a paragraph spray, New task forces funded to monitor air, But the verdict pre-written before gettin’ there, Not assertin’ conspiracies, keep it restrained, I’m dissectin’ the wording and stressin’ the strain, When officials say “nothing” with a nervous cadence, That’s the sound of uncertainty hidin’ in statements. Say it plain. Say it plain. If you know what it is, say the name. Say it plain. Say it plain. If it’s unexplained, say that the same. Late-night punchlines turn it comic relief, Weaponized humor just to soften belief, Normalize confusion, keep the public amused, While the question survives, still structurally unresolved, If it’s foreign surveillance, articulate how, If it’s sensor distortion, demonstrate now, But silence ain’t science, it’s delay by design, A linguistic labyrinth to avoid drawin’ a line, I’m not preachin’ invaders or cosmic folklore, I’m demandin’ coherence in the records you swore, When explanations orbit but never connect, That’s evasive maneuverin’, not intellect, Truth ain’t fragile, it don’t shatter from light, It fractures from spin and performative slight, Either name what you tracked or admit what you can’t— Anything else is a rhetorical scam. Say it plain. Say it plain. If you know what it is, say the name. Say it plain. Say it plain. If it’s unexplained, say that the same. (stop lying…) (you look stupid bitch) (stop lying…) (you look stupid bitch) Say it. Plain.