Every sequel is a carbon copy.

I went from maining Lux to playing Poppy.

From being a mage to building tank.

It became easy to win teamfights with a flank.

However, the change was too hard,

So I switched over to playing Bard.

I would always land a good ult,

But when we were fighting my team would halt.

My team was useless so I needed a carry role.

In order to get to gold which was my goal,

I decided to try the role of ADC

And started playing Corki.

I did well and never missed a creep,

But my support was bad and made me weep.

My support was always Brand,

And he could never get any of his abilities to land.

Now he’s in the gray screen,

I wonder why, oh wait, he bought a sheen.

My ELO flashes before my eyes.

I knew I should’ve cut off these dynamic queue ties.

There was one last role to choose,

The one that wouldn’t make me lose.

I played Master Yi and jungled,

But I always bungled.

Then I would be blamed,

And when I came back, I would be flamed.

My team said I weighed a ton.

The enemy team said I tasted like a honey bun

Those were the old days

When I made boosted plays.

Now I main Zed,

And I duo queue with my best friend Ted.

I always got matched up against Allen.

He’s pretty good, but he mains Talon.

I would always win my lane,

But all the other lanes lost so it was all in bane.

I guess even the broken champion aren’t the answer,

So it seems every champion gives me cancer.

I don’t know why I can’t win.

Maybe I belong in the trash bin.

But I can’t quit League.

It’s one of the only things that stops my fatigue.

The thing that makes me glad.

Even if I’m bad.

I have learned to embrace it,

And because of that, I can now admit

That I was a Teemo main all along