Ode to The Sugue

Fist raised in fury, The Sugue doth reign,
Computer before him, his homework not slain.
Procrastination his ally and closest friend,
His wasting time shall never end!
Darkened skin and blackened heart,
A stereotype, he plays the part.
He's not that fast, he's not that strong,
But he'll whoop your rear in a game o Pong!
He may not know ions, but he knows his games;
When it comes to a controller he more than maims.
His grammar is without compare,
The posting king, a background nightmare.
His following is greater than you'd think,
Into his faction you just might sink!
Yet he stays aloof, when he can
For that's David Sugue, a gamin' man.
But those years of gaming have taken their toll,
So worldly annihilation is now his goal.
But who can blame him? Is he not right?
You can't help but urge him in his plight!
Thus is The Sugue, dark, dreary, and sad
(He's really a romantic and not half that bad!)

Well there you are, don't ask me why,
I had to do it, by and by.
It's not all that great, but is anything?
"Ode to the Sugue" does have a ring.
Perhaps another? More to come?
Or maybe I've had a bit too much rum.
You want a rhyme? You merely request,
I'll make you one at your behest!
Or maybe you should pay so that I'll not!
No one should be forced to read this rot!
I don't really know enough to write,
But I used what I had, and made what I might.
It's hard to know a person well,
So I used what I knew, who else can tell?
Inaccurate? Flawed? Yes and more!
But really, don't we all need some lore?

Thus ends rhyme week, and it's about time,
I bet you're all tired of rhyme after rhyme!
But there will be more, certainly soon,
What else can you expect from this ole loon?