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

8 March
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of this 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 even a feather for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every time i the newspaper.
i read about the new 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
velvet and in glitter.
i want a that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally
interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse
than any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr minster, why
do you always wear black and grey? are you hiding are you
of us?
i still believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to why there are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, kant is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock sing in american accents? why are there no
rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a panther party?
where is our bob
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 anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i just twelve years of it and i know how to
your name but cannot be bothered to write 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 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 naughty in kings cross, and i
want to say i it right away!
why do you me?
every i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i even done anything. yet.
mr minister, im as ready as you are.
get me some glamour, mr minister, some escapism. i want 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 know this
our home. lets stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good morning america and i think you
forgotten 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