The Hideout is proud to present the gangster poems of Day Torrey. She sums up the lives of the notorious outlaws quite well in her verses! Yet another talented person that should be recognized...
They met through a friend the beginning of their lives they couldn't leave each other alone so they stayed together in crime Their fame rapidly spread as they blazed through Texas passing through small towns they were both fearless They shared there - good times whenever they could constantly on the alert in case they were caught They were wanted by the law with a price on their heads Wanted - Bonnie and Clyde was stated by the Feds They thought they were bulletproof from the long arm of the law yet sooner or later they knew the Police couldn't help but score No one could catch them until a posse of six men the lives of Bonnie and Clyde was rapidly coming to an end Rat-tat-tat the bullets spat as their blood flowed red crime and punishment had ended as Bonnie and Clyde laid dead Their rein of terror was over filled mostly with crime to die in a volley of bullets was their moment in time They were buried apart though Clydes grave's a mystery dispite that of family and police They are together in History
A torrid of violence inflicted by the gang he never felt remorse as he gunned down each man They showed no style when they robbed a bank they bungled in their expertise that showed flaws in their rank Robbing stores and gas stations what suited them best they let lady luck take care of the rest John Dillinger once remarked about the Barrow gang for giving robbery a bad name was enough to frustrate the man They holed up in a motel and was spied by sharp eye's the law was alerted for the Barrows were tied It came as a shock from somewhere in the dark Buck fell back in disbelief as two bullets found it's mark The pain mirrored in his eyes his dying so agonizingly slow they made a daring escape as the blood gently flowed Lacking food and wounded they were on the downslide it was becoming a mission to simply keep alive The Barrow gang were three they were on their way killing more men as they traveled to gain some extra pay With the gang replinished violence continued once more the law was closing in around them to end this bitter war The Barrows' fell in to a dispute two members left the gang it was over a bank job they pulled Bonnie and Clyde fell with a bang Whoever said - there was honor among thieves the members forgot the code for Bonnie an Clyde were deceived Their deaths erupted with violence history written in blood they will always be remembered as the Barrows gang of thug's
Bud Russell left a legacy so many years ago his life involved criminals who thought crime would flow Forty years he gave his life and was never in doubt for the prisoners he transferred he never lost count one made a daring escape that tore at his heart Bud shot him in the foot but left him to run hard he sent a telegram because of this act please go to hell resign when you come back he proudly showed his reply to everyone who looked until it became unreadable it found it's way into a book he was a fair and humane man the prisoners respected they termed him as "Uncle Bud" a name that never relented his warped sense of humor played against his wife a guard mistook her as a prostitute as Bud remain quite the guard barked his order she flatly refused to budge she's my wife came from Uncle Bud In all his years as a lawman he transferred 115,000 prisoners it was all due to respect that made him a winner at the time of execution Joe Palmer claimed that Uncle Bud and Roy was the only lawmen he named On the pages of history there's a light that shines for Bud Russell alias Uncle Bud who devoted his life against crime
Ruled by J. Edgar Hoover America's first outlawed son John Herbert Dillinger became public enemy number one He made his escape on a stolen police car across the state line he became a public star His crime rate climbed as he robbed several bank's he made the F.B.I. look foolish for his one time prank He won his escape using a wooden gun taking another with him to freedom on the run J. Edgar Hoover wasn't amused this hoodlum was gaining fame across the land of America the F.B.I. knew,they had to tame For the F.B.I. it was a matter of pride he was a pain in the neck they couldn't let him survive He changed his image so he wouldn't be found replacing his identify so he could move around A woman who thought she was more important sold John Dillinger's life so she wouldn't be deported A signal was arranged by the lighting of a cigar it flared in the dark to confirm Dillinger's figure The guns blazed with fury as F.B.I. agents neared in a dirty alleyway of Chicago he was shot down dead History crown him as public enemy number one a man who got his fame as America's outlawed son
Chicago reputation for violence was growing at a steady pace a city that was fill with gangsters left a nasty bitter taste Al Capone best known gangster had a leading role in crime he netted millions for his activities and was the deadliest of his kind He inherited the Out Fit Capone became Boss he organized crime on the run and never ran at a loss Eliot Ness with the Untouchables hone in on his freedom of crime collapsing his breweries he was running on borrowed time Massacre on St Valentines Day Capone's men dressed as policemen discharged more than a hundred fifty bullets in the backs of their victims With this cruel massacre shots echoed through the streets a death sentence had been executed Buggy's could only stare in stun defeat A dangerous man this Al Capone yet generous to the poor opening the first soup kitchen during the Depression they couldn't ignore Landing Al Capone in court was a receipt with his name it was enough to convict him no one else could take the blame He lived a fair age despite all his tests it's ironic that he died of a cardiac Arrest
Born Lester Joseph Gillis an ill tempered brat he terrorized the neighborhood with a wooden baseball bat His smooth angelic face never betrayed the real man his cruelty emerging fast flowing throughout the land A terrorizing nightmare he came forth as Baby Face a tough heartless killer for the F.B.I. - he was another case Heading into Chicago he developed a small racket selling a protecting scheme he bullied for it's market He join up with Al Capone he couldn't wait to make a stand thrilled with such an honor he felt a real big man Too dangerous and lippy attracting one too many Feds he didn't last very long as one of Capone's men John Dillinger learned his mistake for the man he had employed he loved the taste of blood a pleasure he so enjoyed He prove himself insane as he shot on sight Innocent victims died John Milliner didn't like After John Dillinger's death Nelson took his name as public enemy number one he had finally gained his fame His brief and gruesome life was coming to an end the F.B.I. mortally wounded him hours later he was dead His ruthless violent life has never been a mystery Baby Face Nelson's crimes are in the pages of History
Beyond the mountain ridge as a youth he was called Choc he dreamt of adventures adventures that took stock Alias Pretty Boy Floyd was born Charles Arthur he became a notorious gangster the F,B.I. was running after He teamed up with other well known figures of crime his destiny followed the same pattern he will be gunned down in time A case of mistaken identity how pretty boy got his name confused with another but the alias was to remain He was convicted and tried for most of his criminal sins he shot and murdered the lawman that were chasing after him At one point Pretty Boy Floyd was a fugitive on the run a call from a nation that was after his blood Staying low for sometime until the law became slack he took refuge in Buffalo to cool the heat off his back Pretty Boy Floyd was betrayed but not by a woman but justice by the name of Hoover the American's top lawman He was filled with lead the light of freedom growing dim clearing his name from the massacre from his final breath within He was tagged with the nickname as it stayed with him in death along with his history he was put in there to rest
Ma Barker nee Bonnie Clark gained a reputation after her death it flourished by J Edgar Hoover it was but a calculated myth She gave birth to four sons' her husband a shiftless slob he left her with the boys then walked out to get a job The rise of the Barker boys the underworld was their school they learnt fast between themselves that crime was a better tool She loved her sons to distraction they could do no wrong despite all the accusation her love was far too strong She knew her sons were criminals moving them from place to place keeping them safe and sound for the F.B.I. was in their face The Barker boys were coming out they were murderous and lethal a crime wave swept America to savage the lives of the people While her son was in prison he met up with Alvin Karpis they formed a partnership in crime for the F.B.I. - there was no peace The Barker-Karpis gang was formed so lethal - destructive in their wake they added kidnapping to their list more dangerous than a snake Lawmen and agents fell to the dust they died in agony and sorrow for the families they would weep and knew there'd be no tomorrow The gang grew in numbers Ma Barker protected them all but time was thinning out the gang was ready to fall It broke her heart to bury her son she took him back home for he was number one Fifteen hundred bullets only fourteen entered Fred he laid dead beside his mother with one bullet in her head They are part of a legend the Barker-Karpis gang shooting their way into history where they made their last stand
Neither the Hideout nor this poetess, could neglect the lawmen who fought the battles and sacrificed their lives during those turbulent years. This next poem is dedicated to those - who wore the badge and died...
Striving to bring law to order seems almost an impossible task for the lawmen of the United States the dice had already been cast The shockwave of crime erupted in the bowels of the streets Gangsters, Mobsters,and Criminals infiltrated the lives of the meek Waiting for the gangsters the men of the law stood tall ready and waiting for action for they were always on call For these brave men behind the badge came at a deadly cost they laid dying in the dust the many lives that were lost With families and friends their deaths were never in vain all the tears mingle as one for the loss and suffering of pain The children of these men will be able to grow with love your fathers fought for freedom for the future that was to come In the text of the history book where their brave deeds did go so the hearts of the Innocents can nurture and grow