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CIA Dope Calypso

In nineteen hundred forty-nine

China was won by Mao Tse-tung

Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away

They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday

 

Supported by the CIA

Pushing junk down Thailand way

 

First they stole from the Meo Tribes

Up in the hills they started taking bribes

Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan

Collecting ***** to send to The Man

 

Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday

Supported by the CIA

 

Brought their jam on mule trains down

To Chiang Rai that's a railroad town

Sold it next to the police chief brain

He took it to town on the choochoo train

 

Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day

Supported by the CIA

 

The policeman's name was Mr. Phao

He peddled dope grand scale and how

Chief of border customs paid

By Central Intelligence's U.S. A.I.D.

 

The whole operation, Newspapers say

Supported by the CIA

 

He got so sloppy & peddled so loose

He busted himself & cooked his own goose

Took the reward for an ***** load

Seizing his own haul which same he resold

 

Big time pusher for a decade turned grey

Working for the CIA

 

Touby Lyfong he worked for the French

A big fat man liked to dine & *****

Prince of the Meos he grew black mud

Till ***** flowed through the land like a flood

 

Communists came and chased the French away

So Touby took a job with the CIA

 

The whole operation fell in to chaos

Till U.S. Intelligence came into Laos

I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American

Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosovan

 

All them Princes in a power play

But Phoumi was the man for the CIA

 

And his best friend General Vang Pao

Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow

Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars

In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars

 

It started in secret they were fighting yesterday

Clandestine secret army of the CIA

 

All through the Sixties the Dope flew free

Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshal Ky

Air America followed through

Transporting confiture for President Thieu

 

All these Dealers were decades and yesterday

The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA

 

Operation Haylift Offisir Wm. Colby

Saw Marshal Ky fly ***** Mr. Mustard told me

Indochina desk he was Chief of ***** Tricks

"Hitchhiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix

 

Subsidizing traffickers to drive the Reds away

Till Colby was the head of the CIA

 

January 1972

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Allen Ginsberg
1926-1997 / Male / American
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