Gone Almost Forgotten

Written by: Joy Wellington

Sometimes when my mind's lazy I think of you
The times that happen are getting quite few

Wreaked havoc on my heart 
What the storm did in its path

Sadistically rape my love
Then offered a black dove

Forged a degree to get by
A degree you have to lie

How does knowledge make gold
When there's a hole in the shoe sole

Shame on you big professor
You play my money and me a sucker

Me the poor illiterate woman
Fed clothes and shelter the educated man