Following is a poem written by Bonnie Parker somewhere in the last weeks of her life: (The punctuation are hers.) She entitled it:
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
You've read the story of Jesse
If you're still in need for something to
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow
how they rob and steal And those who
There's lots of untruths to those write
Their nature is raw, they hate all law
They call them cold-blooded killers
But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde
But the laws fooled around and taking
'Till he said to me, "I'll never be free
The road was so dimly lighted There
But they made up their minds if all roads were
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
But it's fight man to man, and do all you
From heartbreak some people have suffered
But all in all, our troubles are small
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
If they can't find a friend, just wipe the slate
There's two crimes committed in America
They had no hand in the kidnap demand
A newsboy once said to his buddy
In these hard times we's get a few dimes
"The police haven't got the report
He said, "Don't start any fights, we aren't
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Where the women are kin and men are men
If they try to act like citizens
About the third night they're invited
They don't think they're tough or desperate
They've been shot at before, but they do
Someday they'll go down together
To few it'll be grief, to the law a relief
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