Negev nomad

The unexpected I expect
but I expect that you do too.

In the Shires
no dreaming spires
just spikes to keep the
homeless wakeful,
that’s hateful.

This ‘green and pleasant land’
ruled by a thieving ragtag band
only gives a helping hand
when pushing you over the edge.

I could emigrate,
hibernate or just hate
everything,
but that’s not me,

I shall wait expectantly
expecting the unexpected.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.