An Hour Away (Poem)

An hour away seems like a day

when it gets pushed further and further into delay;

An hour away is just 60 minutes to us

but to the Riot employees it seems time is a fuss;

An hour away is not enough time for a lot

until i get bored enough to try EUW and get to 10 by fighting a bot;

An hour away feels relatively quick

before you've given the refresh button on the status page a millionth click;

An hour away means a slight change in my plans

and maybe even some speculation as to how Riot feels about their fans;

An hour away feels like boredom

however maybe this is Riot's way of giving me freedom;

Freedom to do whatever i want

somehow I spend it in the client quietly chuckling at Riot for using the word blunt;

Creating a poem about my woes

to how much I'd like nothing more than to defeat my foes;

I could be doing anything: reading, sleeping, eating, even cleaning,

alas here I am mournfully weeping;

After all that's be said here and carefully written with a rhyme

nothing more can be said than Riot we still all love you, just find a sense of time.

I've never written a poem before, if it sucked, at least I rhymed :D (Also I know Riot is working on the server stuff this is meant as a playful jab for saying 3 hours ago that only an hour remained!)