The Blame Is On Me Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi

Be not proud
The world's round
Days get long
Missy Joan
Your pride moves mountains!
You're now like the fountains
Of a king
Untouchable!
Remember when we first met?
“You're the best, dear Jim
Can't compare you to them”
Now you blame me
Won't even give an ear to me!
That my bridges burnt
That I caused you hurt!
You'll die, I know
And so shall I, you know;
Both maggot food
We'll lie for good
Of a disease so shameful
Caused by you being girlful.
And yet you blame me
And yet, yet, you BLAME ME!