Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 March
mr prime minister,
to be honest, im kind of with the state of this country and i am
you directly responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i still
why there is even a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every time i the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the is demanding and whether our emblem
contain a southern 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
velvet and in glitter.
i want a that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our minister a homosexual? i was personally
more in whether 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 wear black and grey? are you something? are you
of us?
i still cant believe there is a feather 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 accents? why are there no
rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a 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 about poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? that was a sweeping
generalization but i just finished twelve years of it and i 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 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 glee an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty things in 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 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. stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent for five days, ive
been waiting up for of good morning america and i think you have
about me.
when did we become a
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee