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

8 March
mr prime 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 white male, and i still
understand why there is even a feather for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im every time i read the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the country is demanding and whether our
should contain a southern cross or not and i cant believe its even
the discussion. i want to see a penis 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 homosexual? i was
more interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the arse
any of the issues 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 still believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to know why there are american accents all over my set.
as far as im concerned, kant is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians in american accents? why are there no
rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia a black panther party?
where is our bob
where is our warhol?
why do you make me like a third rate allen ginsberg?
answer me.
what do you know poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i just finished twelve of it and i know how to
spell your name but cannot be 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 think 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 want to see you in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you doing naughty things in kings cross, and i
want to say i 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 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 havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this
really our home. lets stop around.
mr prime minister, mr is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good morning and i think you have
forgotten me.
did we become a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee