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 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 time i the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the country is demanding and our emblem
contain 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 want it 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 i was personally
more interested in 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 black and grey? are you hiding are you
of us?
i cant 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, is a german philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians sing in american accents? why are no
rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a black panther
where is our bob
where is our warhol?
why do you me sound like a third rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you know poetry anyway.
why we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i just finished twelve years of it and i 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 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 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 knew it away!
why do you me?
every time i walk out the door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in cars. and i havent even done anything. yet.
mr minister, im as ready as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, 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 know this
really our home. stop kidding around.
mr minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of 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 we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee