A poem by Jeffrey Zable
To be honest with you, I could care less who’s president.
I’ve lived through several, and not one has ever come by
to say hello or written me a note asking how I’m doing.
None have ever mentioned me in their speeches. None have
ever helped me get a job or come to my aid when a supervisor
has unjustly written me up. And none have ever thanked me
for all my years of teaching and community service. I could
care less if a homeless person, a drug addict, or a convicted
murderer was president. What difference does it make,
I ask you my fellow Americans . . .