Featured Poet – Street Girl by Bonnie Parker

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Bonnie, Clyde’s woman was an awesome poet

       

You don’t want to marry me honey 

Though just to hear you ask me is sweet

If you did you’d regret it tomorrow

For I’m only a girl of the street

There was a time when I’d gladly have listened

Before I was tainted with shame

But it wouldn’t be fair to you honey

Men laugh when they mention my name
Back there on the farm in Nebraska

I might have said yes to you then

But I thought the world was a playground

Just teeming with Santa Claus men

So I left the old home for the city

To play in its mad, dirty whirl

Never knowing how little of pity, It holds for a slip of a girl
You think I’m still good-looking honey!

But no I am faded and spent

Even Helen of Troy would look seedy

If she…

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