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Mrs. May

Mrs May

Oh you can't run the police
On the cheap Mrs May,
There has to come
A reckoning day Mrs  May.
Fewer police on the streets  Mrs May,
And the few that are
Are all in a Panda Car
Not walking from place to place
Encountering face to face
And keeping in the know
By being there and on the go.
You may have taken  measures
For you and your mates:
Private security firms
On your Executive Estates,
But with your austerity bit
You've dropped us in the shit
And really you should know Mrs May
It's time for you to go Mrs May.
But you don't really care
Being a political millionaire
So tough luck me Old Cock
Just keep tugging your  forelock
By the time her term is ended
Society will be mended
And burglars brought to heel
''Cos we'll  have bugger all  left to steal.
And we'll just hear the rhetoric
And nonsense
From herself and
The  party's Boris Johnsons.
Where will it stop Mrs May
Will it lead to Rent-A-Cop Mrrs May
Will you privatise the Police Mrs May
Will it cost a pretty packet Mrs May
For  your protection racket Mrs May.
I bet you're laughing at the irony
Of the working class Tory
Like the one
Whose fingers are licked
By the faithful dog
That they've just kicked.

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