Son, Whatever You Do, Don't Sell That Cow!

Bonnie and Clyde - (1967) Directed by Arthur Penn;

Starring Warren Beatty, Faye Dunaway, Michael J. Pollard,

and Gene Hackman.

Watched Bonnie and Clyde yesterday night. I need a

Bonnie Parker, if Faye Dunaway's portrayal was any

bit close to the approximation of truth then its clear

why I'm single. I haven't found a Bonnie to rob banks

with. Thats all a life could be, even though it'll be a

short lived life. And if we can't rob banks, if the banks

have become too powerful, too protected then there is

something to take into account there, something about

how little power we truly have allowed ourselves to possess.

The Trail's End

poem by Bonnie Parker

You've heard 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 dyin' or dead.

They call them cold-hearted 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 laws fooled around

Kept takin' him down

And lockin' 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."

If a policeman is killed in Dallas

And they have no clue to guide

If they can't find a fiend

They just wipe their slate clean

And hang it 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-guns' rat-a-tat-tat.

Some day, they'll go down together

They'll bury them side by side

To a few, it'll be grief

To the law, a relief

But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.

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