A raw, relentless poetry collection that confronts the madness of modern British society—where people scream about social justice and compassion while often knowingly funding the mutilation, rape, confinement, skinning, gassing, and grinding alive of sentient beings.
Spanning politics, gender ideology, online mobs, speciesism, climate collapse, class divides, mental health, media obsession, and the suffocating rise of censorship, Trigger Warning holds up a mirror to a species that calls itself kind while destroying the planet and every vulnerable creature it shares it with.
If you’ve ever felt the world burning while people argue over pronouns, boats, flags, and toilets, this book will highlight and speak the truths you’re strongly discouraged from saying out loud.
Love it or hate it, you’ve been warned.
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Territory
They demand of me a flag, a side.
I must blame, I must chide —
divide my empathy with one neat stroke,
forget the mutual bomb smoke.
Well, I refuse to choose in fear,
to play who was here
or who started it first
or who’s suffered the worst.
To pretend villains here, saints over there,
and be unable to compare.
They want it simple, sharp, and clean.
No messy truth, no human in-between.
They flinch at nuance, twist what’s said.
Make enemies of those who’ve bled.
But hunger is deaf, thirst is blind
and truth won’t fit inside a biased mind.
It’s not the humans I mourn for
because they demand I choose war.
No individual is wholly pure,
no politician emotionally mature.
Neither side is in the right
and no territory’s worth such a fight.
This planet was never ours to mark,
but such is the human hallmark.
Oh, We Laugh and Burn the World
(To the tune of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”)
Oh, the carnist had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh
And on that day he had a go
ee ii ee ii oh
With a “canines” here and a “bacon” there
Here a but, there a but—always think it’s such a laugh
Oh, the carnist had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh.
Oh, the veggie had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh
And on that day she had a groan
ee ii ee ii oh
With a “but cheese” here and an “expense” there
Here a but, there a but—feels she’s under attack
Oh, the veggie had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh.
Oh, the ovo had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh
And on that day he said “I know”
ee ii ee ii oh
With a “free-range” here and a “backyard” there
Here a but, there a but—he don’t want to face facts
Oh, the ovo had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh.
Oh, the pescie had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh
And on that day she ate some fish
ee ii ee ii oh
With “omega” here and a “line-caught” there
Here a but, there a but—every word’s an excuse
Oh, the pescie had a qualm
ee ii ee ii oh.
Oh, the humans aren’t alarmed
ee ii ee ii oh
And on such days they roll their eyes
ee ii ee ii oh
With their cop-outs here and their ha-ha’s there
Here a tut, there a but—can’t be arsed to adapt
Oh, we laugh and burn the world
ee ii ee ii oh.
Indoctrination Nation
Kids used to go to school to learn their ABCs—
not to learn about their LGBQTs.
Forget the cat who sat on the mat,
we’re skipping all that, for gender chat.
No room for wonder, no time for play,
unless it involves someone being called “they.”
Drag Queen Story Hour’s in full swing
so don’t forget your glitter and bling.
Not mature enough to vote or consent,
but they know how they’ll always represent.
No questions asked, no waiting years—
just affirm them now – stop their tears!
Those childish, limb-flailing meltdowns
must be down to using incorrect pronouns.
Never mind maths, telling the clock,
the thing is to overthink your little cock.
Don’t question teacher, don’t raise your hand,
just clap along and say you understand:
“You may be born in the wrong body, see—
and it’s only bigots who disagree.”
Kids used to dream of space and stars—
now they dream of hormones and scars.
At five years old, they can barely tie their shoes,
but their identity is valid – even if it moos.