It’s Good To Talk

I don’t talk often but I always say too much
My ventricles are bleeding, my empathy is such
My lungs have deflated to a point near suffocation
My oesophagus is rattling like a diesel at the station
Its cargo is wagons, of the band variety
The signals are my virtue, I’m fighting for societal
Justice and society just can’t stop my mouth
I am going to solve the problems for the poorer Global South
No car or kids. No more flights. Go vegan. Consume so little.
Or just stay here on my device and shout it out on Twitter (X)