Luyện nghe bài hát Open Letter to the Prime Minister (Previously Unreleased)

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 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 about the new flag the country is and whether our emblem
should contain a cross or not and i cant believe its even worth
the discussion. i to see a giant penis on our flag. i want it made of
and encased in glitter.
i want a that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was
interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse
than any of the that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always wear and grey? are you hiding something? are you
of us?
i still cant believe there is a feather for me to ruffle.
i want to why there are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, is a german philosopher. why do all
australian musicians sing in american accents? why are there no
australian rock
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia a black panther party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our warhol?
why do you make me sound a third rate allen ginsberg?
answer me.
what do you about poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell name but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of i am from? i sit up all night watching
infomercials and sessions and i cannot think of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to pink. mr prime
minister, when are you to give me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an 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 even done anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i to know why
we still havent settled the land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all this isnt
really our home. lets stop around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good america and i think you have
forgotten me.
did we become a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i like the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee