Miss Harvard

She graduated from Harvard with no problem at all

Her husband is rich; her life is a far cry from banal

When it comes to perfect kids, she has four

She doesn't know her oldest daughter is a whore

The son walks around with a gun in his jacket

If she's curious why he's out so late, she won't ask it

The other daughter has friends who wear nothing but rags

She didn't say a word when she found her heroin bags

Little Johnny never told her he was failing all his classes

She said the teachers were lying, they were being smart asses

And when her husband was on business trips, of course he cheated

The sad story of Miss Harvard's life has been completed.

The End

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