I get triggered.
Don’t know about you.
I’ve got a horse called Trigger.
And he knows what to do
When I’m ready to be pushed in the wrong direction.
He’s the horse for the job.
He’ll see it through.

Quite clever really
He pops up unawares
A ghost horse, is Trigger
Stallion, not a Mare
But I don’t hold him in much affection
Coz he makes me angry
Like an angry bear

But it’s not Triggers problem
I should open my eyes
By now I could figure
When he’s out to surprise
And I should do a little pre-empting detection
But it turns out that I am
Not always so wise.

So I keep getting triggered.
Fool me once, fool me twice.