8 March mr prime minister, to be honest, im of disgusted 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 white male, and i still cant understand why there is even a left for me to ruffle. mr prime minister, im queasy every i read the newspaper. i read about the new flag the country is demanding and our emblem should 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 flag is worthy of a solid burning. i want to know why our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally more interested in whether or not paul grabbed the queens arse than any of the issues 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 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 musicians sing in american why are there no rock musicians? mr prime minister, why doesnt australia a black panther party? where is our bob is our andy warhol? why do you make me sound a third rate allen ginsberg? dont me. do you know about poetry anyway. why dont we anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping generalization but i just finished twelve 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 infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to pink. mr prime minister, when are you going to give me a fucking i want to see you dancing in spastic glee 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 front door, i think you have sent men to 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 to know why we still settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this isnt really our home. stop kidding around. mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for days, ive been waiting up for reruns of morning america and i think you have about me. when did we a colony? mr minister, im restless. mr prime minister, i like the state we are in, and im holding you responsible. friend, benjamin lee