I Don’t Care Who’s President

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 ReviewKairos, Dead KingInk In Thirds, Tigershark, Weirderary, DOGZPLOT, Vending Machine PressThird Wednesday, The Bookends Review, The Vein, Revolution John, and many other publications.