Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 March
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted 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 straight male, and i still cant
understand why there is even a feather for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every 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 cant believe its even
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 minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the arse
than any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr minster, why
do you wear black and grey? are you hiding something? are you
of us?
i still cant 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
is our bob dylan?
where is our andy
why do you make me like a third rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you know poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? that 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 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 for you to wear pink. mr prime
minister, when are you going to me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing things in kings cross, and i
to say "i knew it right away!"
why do you me?
every time i walk out the 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 minister, some escapism. i want to know why
we still havent settled the aboriginal land issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all 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 of good morning america and i think you have
about me.
when did we become a
mr minister, im restless.
mr minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee