I wasn’t born yet when they saw they could kill The President.
I was around in 2000 when they showed they could pick one.
I was 17 at the time and couldn’t vote.
I missed the election by 27 days.
What do all these numbers mean?
I am too tired to add them up.
You try.

D.S. Jones is a poet from Indiana. His influences range from Bukowski to Tennyson. He has sold poems to Black Heart Magazine and Danse Macabre, An Online Literary Journal. His prose has been published in Bare Back Magazine, Shotgun Honey, and is featured in the Told You So Anthology from Pill Hill Press. Visit thepoetdsjones.com to learn more.

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