Leven twelve twenty twenty.
Say hello from the land of plenty.
The plods here have lost the plot.
They’ve gone and arrested another lot.
Been told to let that mob go,
So they can be watched from the top shelf’s know.
They’ll handle it,
sort it out.
But they’ll just watch,
And react no doubt.
It’ll be a sting,
they’ll take a bite.
The budgets outstanding,
and they need a respite.
So up to and unto such is the time,
Nab any bastard suspected of crime.
Just don’t be racist,
ageist or daft.
Just pickup those bastards,
that feel free enough to fart.