This is a fictional poem.
This fictional poem takes place in the 1930s.
This is a true story about Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker who were killed on May 23, 1934.
I wrote this as an ode to my sentence. I was convicted of unintentional manslaughter. No I don't think that I will have to wait for my life to start in my fourties. It's already starting.