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Written by Allen Ginsberg | Create an image from this poem

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 opium 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 opium 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 & wench Prince of the Meos he grew black mud Till opium 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 opium Mr.
Mustard told me Indochina desk he was Chief of Dirty 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


Written by T S (Thomas Stearns) Eliot | Create an image from this poem

Growltigers Last Stand

 GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge;
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims, Rejoicing in his title of "The Terror of the Thames.
" His manners and appearance did not calculate to please; His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees; One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why, And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.
The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame, At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name.
They would fortify the hen-house, lock up the silly goose, When the rumour ran along the shore: GROWLTIGER'S ON THE LOOSE! Woe to the weak canary, that fluttered from its cage; Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage.
Woe to the bristly Bandicoot, that lurks on foreign ships, And woe to any Cat with whom Growltiger came to grips! But most to Cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed; To Cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed.
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear-- Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear.
Now on a peaceful summer night, all nature seemed at play, The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay.
All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide-- And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.
His bucko mate, GRUMBUSKIN, long since had disappeared, For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard; And his bosun, TUMBLEBRUTUS, he too had stol'n away- In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey.
In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sate alone, Concentrating his attention on the Lady GRIDDLEBONE.
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks-- As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks.
Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone, And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone, Disposed to relaxation, and awaiting no surprise-- But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes.
And closer still and closer the sampans circled round, And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.
The lovers sang their last duet, in danger of their lives-- For the foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives.
Then GILBERT gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde; With a frightful burst of fireworks the Chinks they swarmed aboard.
Abandoning their sampans, and their pullaways and junks, They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.
Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered; I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared.
She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned-- But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround.
The ruthless foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank; Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank.
He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop, At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop.
Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land; At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the strand.
Rats were roasted whole at Brentford, and at Victoria Dock, And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok.
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Wreck of the Barque Wm. Paterson of Liverpool

 Ye landsmen all attend my verse, and I'll tell to ye a tale
Concerning the barque "Wm.
Paterson" that was lost in a tempestuous gale; She was on a voyage from Bangkok to the Clyde with a cargo of Teakwood, And the crew numbered Fifteen in all of seamen firm and good.
'Twas on the 11th of March, when a violent gale from the southward broke out, And for nine days during tempestuous weather their ship was tossed about By the angry sea, and the barque she sprang a leak, Still the crew wrought at the pumps till their hearts were like to break.
And the pumps were kept constantly going for fourteen long hours, And the poor men were drenched to the skin with sea spray showers; Still they wrougnt at the pumps till they became rather clogged Until at last the barque became thoroughly water-logged.
Oh! hard was the fate of these brave men, While the water did rush in from stern to stem, Poor souls,'twas enough to have driven them frantic, To be drifting about water-logged in the Atlantic.
At last she became unmanageable and her masts had to be cut away, Which the brave crew performed quickly without delay; Still gales of more or less violence prevailed every day, Whilst the big waves kept dashing o'er them, likewise the spray.
And with the fearful hurricane the deckhouse and galley were carried away, Yet the thought of a speedy deliverance kept up their courage day by day, And the captain prepared for the breaking up of the ship without dismay, And to save his rations he reduced each man to two biscuits a day.
The brave heroes managed to save a pinnace about fifteen feet long, And into it thirteen of the crew quickly and cautiously did throng, With two bags of biscuits and a cask of water out of the tank.
And for these precious mercies, God they did thank; Who is the giver of all good things, And to those that put their trust in him often succour brings And such has been the case with these brave men at sea, That sent Captain McMullan to save them and bring them to Dundee.
When once into the pinnace they improvised a sail into a tent, Which to the crew some little shelter lent; Still every day they were drifting towards the coast of Greenland, Yet they hoped in God that speedy deliverance might be near at hand.
And as every day passed by they felt woe begone, Because no sail could they see on the horizon; And they constructed a sea anchor to keep the boat's head to sea, And not withstanding their hardships they stood out bravely.
And on the 19th of March a ship hove in sight, Which proved to be the "Slieve Roe" to their delight; Then they hoisted a signal of distress when they espied the "Slieve Roe," But it was not seen on account of the wreck being in the water so low.
But as soon as Captain McMullan knew it was a signal of distress, Then heroically and quickly his men he did address, He cried! come my men keep the ship close to the wind, And let's try if we can these unfortunate souls find.
And as the "Slieve Roe" to them drew near, Poor souls they gave a hearty cheer; Then they were immediately taken on board, And they thanked Captain McMullan for saving them, likewise the Lord.
Then a crew from the "Slieve Roe" were sent away, For the two remaining members of the crew without delay; The Captain and a Sailor, together with a cat and a pet dog, Which had been the companions of the sailors, and seemed as frisky as a frog.
And when they had all got safe on board, With one accord they thanked the Lord; And Captain McMullan kindly did them treat, By giving them dry clothing and plenty of meat.
And for his kind treatment unto them he deserves great praise, For his many manly and kindly ways, By saving so many lives during the time he has been at sea, And in particular for fetching the crew of the "Wm.
Paterson" safe to Dundee.

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