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 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 left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy time 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 its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a giant on our flag. i want it made of
velvet and in glitter.
i want a flag that is worthy of a burning.
i want to know why isnt our prime minister a i was personally
more interested in whether or not 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 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 sing in accents? why are there no
australian rock
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a panther party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our warhol?
why do you make me sound like a rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you about poetry anyway.
why we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping
but i just finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all night
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to pink. mr prime
minister, are you going to give me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty things in cross, and i
want to say i 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 havent even anything. yet.
mr minister, im as ready as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i want to why
we still havent settled the land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you put an end to this. we all know this isnt
really our home. lets kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good morning and i think you have
about me.
when did we become a
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i like the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee