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Ian Freemantle

A newcomer to the stage, but not a newcomer to making a damn nuisance of himself to those in power.

No nonsence honest words spoken from the heart, using every inch of the laws of free speech, dissenting into ironic anarchistic harmony. At times a serious rant of political content, at other times a humorous sarcastic flurry of rhyming verse aimed at educating the masses, and 'aving a good laugh.

From love to rioting, from wheely bins to loveable dreadlocked policeman.

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Moulded by Margaret Thatcher blues, raised in a country with right wing views. Ooooooohhhhh! Can't get the anarchist outta me 'ead!!

 Crusty Dreadlocked Policeman

A crusty dreadlocked policeman,
Now there's a novel idea,
Who'd know about injustice,
Cos he's Asian, disabled and queer.

He'd be in an anarchist punk band,
And he'd surf upon the crowd,
His beat would be Stony Stratford,
Where anything's allowed.

He'd drive an old cortina,
That wouldn't 'ave no tax,
If he pulled you over, and you're over the limit,
He'd simply say RELAX!

He'd wear gor blimey trousers,
And not a flourescent jacket,
He wouldn't put on the riot gear,
Cos he'd be peaceful and couldn't hack it.

So if you've bin misbehaving,
He'll be coming after you,
He'll take you to his riot hippy bus,
And share a Special Brew.

If we 'ad this kind of policeman,
I'd pay me community charge,
It'd be worth me thirty quid a month,
To ave a crusty dreadlocked sarge.
     
 
  
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