Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 March
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of country and i am
you directly responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but im a straight white male, and i still cant
understand why there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im every time i read the newspaper.
i about the new flag the country is demanding and whether our emblem
should contain a southern cross or not and i cant its even worth
the discussion. i to see a giant penis on our flag. i want it made of
velvet and in glitter.
i a flag that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse
any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always black and grey? are you hiding something? are you
of us?
i cant believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i to know why there are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a philosopher. why do all
rock musicians sing in american accents? why are there no
australian rock
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a black party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our andy
why do you me sound like a third rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
do you know about poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps was a sweeping
but i just finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your name but be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of i am from? i sit up all night watching
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am for you to wear pink. mr prime
minister, when are you going to me a fucking break?
i to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing things in kings cross, and i
to say "i knew it right away!"
why do you me?
every time i walk out the front door, i think you have men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i havent even anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me some glamour, mr minister, some escapism. i want to know why
we still havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill up my
right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this isnt
really our home. stop kidding around.
mr minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of morning america and i think you have
forgotten me.
when did we a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee