How Bonnie and Clyde Really Died

How Bonnie and Clyde Really Died

A Poem by Pete
"

Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends... Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. - Thoreau

"
4: The Bonnie and Clyde Ford - 5 Famous Death Cars �

"now's the time to stick up the bank", they said
"this pandemic has everyone filled with dread"
"everyone is wearing a mask"
"how will they ever be able to tell?"

viruses cause egos to swell

curable with another swig from an ironic flask
"what's that?"
"where were we yesterday at high noon?" you ask



© 2020 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are." - Thoreau

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Are you suggesting B&C kicked the big dog after swigging bleach, not to mention torching a hand-sanitizer-filled bong while donning DIY polyethelene masks for their flammable grand finale? Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that? Great spin of tunes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

my, you've got a twisted imagination. you can draw your own conclusions. was trying to point out s.. read more
barleygirl

4 Years Ago

I've made it thru the last 10 years without getting close to humans, I see no reason to take that ri.. read more



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Interesting write......I don't know exactly what to think about it, but it makes me think, which I really like a lot. :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

lol, was being silly in this pandemic. it can be taken different ways i guess. thanks allie and ke.. read more
Light and ashes

4 Years Ago

You're welcome :) you too!
May 23, 1934! I remember the month and day because it's my son's birthday. They were dead 34 years before I was born, but I've read the stories and watched the classic movie. Great photo, Pete.

It's always interesting to hit the pause button, glance back and compare then and now. It seems misery filled the air of both times (though I'd never say we have it as bad as that generation). I must say, as a law enforcement officer (retired now), I would pick them out in a few seconds in the bank. Their thin frames and faces, haircuts and clothes, and those Tommy guns (no ARs or Glocks). I suppose they would've met the same fate, but probably sooner today. I think Bonnie would've had a difficult time staying off Facebook, and would've probably forgotten to take off the GPS/location before she snapped a pic along the road.

Another original piece, Pete. But... where's Thoreau's take on this event?

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

then & now, both difficult economic times for sure. good that you would be able to pick them out - .. read more
R.E. Ray

4 Years Ago

My pleasure, Pete.
Are you suggesting B&C kicked the big dog after swigging bleach, not to mention torching a hand-sanitizer-filled bong while donning DIY polyethelene masks for their flammable grand finale? Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that? Great spin of tunes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

my, you've got a twisted imagination. you can draw your own conclusions. was trying to point out s.. read more
barleygirl

4 Years Ago

I've made it thru the last 10 years without getting close to humans, I see no reason to take that ri.. read more

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