A Solo Queue Ballad: Part 1 - The Hero's Charge

One long and lonesome night
Where my ELO found no respite
I clicked play again with ease
No team with which I'm pleased
Crack of a can and I'm at it again

The hollow bellow of the queue
Rang out my solitude
And I accept my fate
With a swift click and a short wait
Before the cries for top and mid
Were echoed from the kid
Who thinks he is better than me
They're never right and they never see

They never see what I could be
With AP mid or to a degree
Any carry which I please
Would slay my foes with certain ease
And serve them hot and steaming
With shallow cries of others feeding

Though, woe is me, I cannot win
I find myself here once again
In all too familiar a position
One I wield with no contrition

Ever and always a good sport
Once again I Am Support