Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 1998
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of country and i am
holding you 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 even a 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
should a southern cross or not and i cant believe its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a giant penis on our flag. i it made of
and encased in glitter.
i a flag that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens
any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you wear 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 there are american all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians in american accents? why are there no
rock musicians?
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 about 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 cannot be bothered to it down.
why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all watching
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one
to to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr prime
minister, when are you going to give me a fucking
i want to see you dancing in glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard footage of you caught doing naughty things in kings cross, and i
want to say "i it right away!"
why do you me?
every time i walk out the front door, i you have sent 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
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 is tired. i havent slept 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 the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee