Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 March
mr prime minister,
to be honest, im of disgusted with the state of this country 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
understand why is even a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every time i the newspaper.
i about 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
velvet and in glitter.
i want a flag that is of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating the queens arse
than any of the issues you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always wear black and grey? are you something? are you
of us?
i still cant there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to know why there are american accents all my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians sing in american accents? why are no
australian rock
mr prime minister, why doesnt have a black panther party?
where is our bob
is our andy warhol?
why do you make me sound like a rate allen ginsberg?
answer me.
what do you know poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a
generalization but i just twelve years of it and i know how to
your name but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so of where i am from? i sit up all night watching
and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr
minister, when are you going to me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in spastic outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught naughty things in kings cross, and i
to say "i knew it right away!"
why do you me?
every time i out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i havent even anything. yet.
mr minister, im as ready as you are.
get me glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i want to know why
we still havent the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this isnt
really our home. lets 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 think you
forgotten me.
did we become a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee