Fearsome Bonnie Parker of Bonnie & Clyde (Poem)


I didn’t want a humdrum life

Playing safe is not me

So when I met Clyde

That was it for me.

Sure, he’d been a jailbird

But he didn’t deserve

Those prison atrocities.

It was us against the system,

When Clyde got out

Our gang began

A hundred robberies spree.

You can’t forget your roots

Family keeps you grounded

We kept going back to ours

Some cops on the way

Became casualties.

I remember when I covered

Our gang’s escape with my rifle

From our Joplin hideout

The sergeant hid behind an oak

But splinters from my shots

Found his face

While I joined the others in the car.

We left behind film with our photos

Of us pointing guns at each others

And my poem on Suicide Sal

We became famous

We didn’t dare eat at restaurants or motels

So we cooked by campfire

Bathed in streams

We lived in our car

I was driving and missed warning signs

Of a bridge under construction

Flipped the car in a ravine.

Oh the pain

Got third degree burns on my leg

Had to hop on my good one

Or Clyde carried me

Made our job tougher.

Clyde and all had to buy bandages for me

Red flag for the cops

More of us were wounded

In the Platte City shootout

When we camped at Dexfield Park

Came under fire

Had to flee on foot

Ammo was also food for us

We restocked at an armory

Crept back to our roots

For nourishment.

Infamous Women

To set the record straight

We abducted a cop

Told him to tell everyone

I did not smoke cigars.

The photo with one

Was for a lark.

Visiting family did us in

Ambushed

We went out in a blaze of fire

Like we lived.

Here’s the previous poem in my series of poems on in/famous women.

While reading about Bonnie Parker, I came across a recent novel on Bonnie & Clyde. You can read an extract here.

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