I Blame You Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

It's always the others, it's never me,
I want to be the most famous one in history.

The writing was on the wall,
But my arrogance did not want to fall.

So I ignored the advice,
Pretended it was not nice.

That the others wanted to prepare my downfall,
That their ‘fake news' was just their call.

They behaved like ‘cutie pie' to a ‘tough guy' like me,
Their criticism is unwarranted, It is ‘nasty'.

I am the most wonderful leader since the beginning of Rome,
I cannot fiddle like Nero, I have no foot bone.

Now I've ruined half the world with my greedy bullying game,
Vote for me again, just think of your fame!