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 of this country and i am
you directly responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i still cant
understand why there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every i read the newspaper.
i about the new flag the country is demanding and whether our emblem
should contain a cross or not and i cant believe its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a penis on our flag. i want it made of
and encased in glitter.
i want a flag that is of a solid burning.
i to know why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul grabbed the queens arse
than any of the issues that you 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 want to know why are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians sing in accents? why are there no
rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a black panther
where is our bob
is our andy warhol?
why do you make me sound like a rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you know poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps was a sweeping
generalization but i just finished twelve of it and i know how to
spell name but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all watching
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i think of one reason
to to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr prime
minister, are you going to give 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
want to say "i it right away!"
why do you me?
time i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i havent done anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i want to why
we havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this isnt
our home. lets stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good morning and i think you have
forgotten me.
did we become a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee