A Poem for Riot.

Like Draven, I have a opinion about myself, and all I do is bray because I'm one of those people who Solo Queues all day.

Let me go mid, we'll win teed. If you don't let me, well I guess I'll just feed.

I may do bad from time to time, that's a given, but you clearly haven't seen the enemy team's score, because it was quite literally .

Call me Heisenberg, because I'm quite the chemical whiz, I thoroughly enjoy watching the other team boil and .

I'm very toxic, you can go ahead and call me , but I can just be like Dunkey and blame everything else; nobody will be any the wiser.

Allow me to grab my blunt and fedora, so I can 420 blaze it toplane with .

Call me , because I'm cleaving this toplane in half, but if you try to kill me, I'll just spam Q and laugh.

Go ahead and camp at tower, I'll make like and Impale you, but if you try to report me I'll become Brazilian and say hue.

You may be asking yourself; who is this person? Why is he here? He's just like Mori! Well allow me, dear friend, to give you the moral of this story:

RIOT GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER. YOU'RE LIKE THAT ONE FRIEND WE ALL HAVE WHO IS A RAGING DRUG ADDICT; I LOVE YOU BUT DEAR GOD YOU HAVE TO FIX YOURSELF. YOU'RE TEARING ME APART.

Sincerely, A player with a broken heart.

If you read this entirely, I hope you enjoyed it and have a nice day. But it would be a shame if I get banned for this. Oy vey!