Maybe someone can do a poem about Bonny and Clyde shooting down cops, yeah, that’ll do it, or Dillinger, or any other of Hollyweird’s hero’s.
The Trail’s End
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you’re still in need;
of something to read,
here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I’m sure you all have read.
how they rob and steal;
and those who squeal,
are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups;
they’re not as ruthless as that.
their nature is raw;
they hate all the law,
the stool pidgeons, spotters and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
they say they are heartless and mean.
But I say this with pride
that I once knew Clyde,
when he was honest and upright and clean.
But the law fooled around;
kept taking him down,
and locking him up in a cell.
Till he said to me;
“I’ll never be free,
so I’ll meet a few of them in hell”
The road was so dimly lighted
there were no highway signs to guide.
But they made up their minds;
if all roads were blind,
they wouldn’t give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
sometimes you can hardly see.
But it’s fight man to man
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.
From heart-break some people have suffered
from weariness some people have died.
But take it all in all;
our troubles are small,
till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide.
If they can’t find a fiend,
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There’s two crimes committed in America
not accredited to the Barrow mob.
They had no hand;
in the kidnap demand,
nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
“I wish old Clyde would get jumped.
In these awfull hard times;
we’d make a few dimes,
if five or six cops would get bumped”
The police haven’t got the report yet
but Clyde called me up today.
He said,”Don’t start any fights;
we aren’t working nights,
we’re joining the NRA.”
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
is known as the Great Divide.
Where the women are kin;
and the men are men,
and they won’t “stool” on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat.
About the third night;
they’re invited to fight,
by a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re too smart or desperate
they know that the law always wins.
They’ve been shot at before;
but they do not ignore,
that death is the wages of sin.
Some day they’ll go down together
they’ll bury them side by side.
To few it’ll be grief,
to the law a relief
but it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.
https://www.thoughtco.com/bonnie-parker-poem-bonnie-and-clyde-1779293
>>Bonnie Parker wrote the poems in the middle of their 1934 crime spree, while she and Clyde Barrow were on the run from the law. This poem, “The Story of Bonnie and Clyde,” was the last one she wrote, and the legend reports that Bonnie gave a copy of the poem to her mother just weeks before the couple was gunned down.
And George Floyd also rapped/boasted about his substance abuse and criminal experiences.
George Floyd aka Big Floyd:
Say he watch me lay low, never come in high
I’m a real G, stayin’ high ‘til I die
B-I-G, it’s F-L-O-Y-D
Watch me raise up in my drop-top seat
Bouncin’ down the boulevard, watch me just roll
Young ****a like to just let the dollars fold
Let ‘em all fold, yeah, I’m talkin’ green
Talkin’ ‘bout, in the hood sippin’ codeine
That’s the Par’, you can call it syrup
I’m a young ****a, like to smoke a lot of herb
Watch me go fly on the plane, pound Mary Jane
Me and the Screw
Out the frame, on my name ‘cause I’m real
Shinin’, gold grill, jumpin’ out of jail [?]
On the grind, true south sider
Watch me crawl low on my mother****n’ spiders
The Billboard Music Awards supposedly gave their “Best New Artist” award to a guy who was killed by gunfire in February 2020.
Shouldn’t “Best New Artist” be rising talent who will have a career ahead of them? Someone showing promise and exceptionalism?
Celebrating someone who was killed in the gangster lifestyle is contrary to that.
The big labels pulled out of punk in 1978 when the Sex Pistols’ US tour and band came to a smashing end in 1978 and the outlaw guitarist was implicated in a murder and subsequently overdosed. They didn’t want any part of promoting that lifestyle and didn’t see the value in having artists who’s lives are trainwrecks or might die after only recording one album.
Now the industry PUSHES for young talent to join the 27 Club to become “immortal” voices of their generation.