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 . . .
Jeffrey Zable is a teacher and conga drummer who plays Afro-Cuban folkloric music for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area. His poetry, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies. Some of his more recent writing has appeared in Serving House Journal, Sick Lit, Unscooped Bagel, Mocking Heart Review, Kairos, Dead King, Ink In Thirds, Tigershark, Weirderary, DOGZPLOT, Vending Machine Press, Third Wednesday, The Bookends Review, The Vein, Revolution John, and many other publications.
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