Voters sent Cy Sun to City Hall.

Uproot defrauders was their call.

Corruptor, glue your nose to your desk

someone’s breathing down your neck.

Whistle blowers beware

no one knows who is next.

Everybody running scared,

no place to hide.

Kicked out, locked out, ran out

victims of the firing squad.

But, he’ll fall victim to his own mess

if he doesn’t learn a little finesse.

– Gerald A. McBreen, Pacific Poet Laureate