A Poem for Mike Pence Posted byJames J JacksonApril 23, 2018Posted incapitalism, commentary, Culture, Death, feminism, Gonzo, gonzo journalism, gonzo poetry, Justice, Marxism, Poet, Poetry Blogs, Politics, rape culture, sex, sexuality, violenceTags:democratic socialism, HIV, Indiana HIV epidemic, lgbtq discrimination in Indiana, Mike Pence, socialism, the vice presidency is not worth a pitcher of warm piss, vice presidency, VP Mike Pence Mister Pence Started to wince, when he heard them scream, With a stupid air, He did not care Who he killed with HIV. Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by James J Jackson I'm a poet from California. View more posts