ICAC: Poem - "The Corruption Coast"

Their faces were quite red.

Anguished expressions, wrinkled suits

reflected what was said.

Brown paper bags sat on the desk

with dollars spilling out.

'I'll not stay, I'm leaving town,'

a mayor was heard to shout.

Corruption Coast they call us now -

Newcastle and environs.

Let's blow the whistle, spill the beans

and set off all the sirens.

What we want is the whole truth -

an end to untold greed.

Developer's corruption

is the last thing we need.

Keep up the good work ICAC.

Bad pollies have to go.

Let's get some switched on women in.

They'll make a better show.

- Wendy Zirngast