Whenever I see those words "final report,"
I find my credulity coming up short.
"Report" is neutral and gives me no prob'.
It's more that "final" that stinks of a snob.
It has such force, like a cop's cheap sneer:
"Move along, folks, nothin' to see here,"
Slamming the door on further inquires,
Which makes you wonder what truth requires.
The Commish 9-11 put out a Final:
500 pages of truth made of vinyl.
Its dealing with issues was less than skin-deep,
But sounded authentic and put folks to sleep.