Raucous footy with swearing and sweat

This is Lauderdale!

This is our mud and our energy

Warts and all.

And there in the clubroom,

The Corporation

With stringy mood music and the big screen Erewhon images

Of the wharves and yachts so not-from-here.

Come out for a kick in your snake print dress!

Let us see you’re human and not some fembot

With continuous replay of

utmost transparency of rigorous process with independent umpire

Take your feet from those stiletto boots and stand in our sand;

where we stand.

Take the high gloss images of your electronic village from our walls -

too harshly juxtaposed with the sentimental mugshots of our bombing boys.

You have not convinced us.

We need not assess.

Be gone.