Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 1998
mr prime minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of this and i am
holding you responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but basically im a white male, and i still cant
why there is even a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr minister, im queasy every time i read the newspaper.
i read the new flag the country is demanding and whether our emblem
should contain a southern cross or not and i believe its even worth
the discussion. i to see a giant penis on our flag. i want it made of
and encased in glitter.
i a flag that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our prime minister a i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating the queens arse
than any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr minster, why
do you always wear black and are you hiding something? are you
of us?
i still cant believe is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to why there are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock sing in american accents? why are there no
rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia a black panther party?
where is our bob
where is our warhol?
why do you me sound like a third rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you about poetry anyway.
why dont we anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping
but i just finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of where i am 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 to give me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in spastic glee an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing things in kings cross, and i
want to say "i it right away!"
why do you me?
every time i out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in cars. and i havent even done anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i to know why
we havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all this isnt
our home. lets stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good morning america and i you have
about me.
when did we become a
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee