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- May 23, 2017
Of course Rus would plagiarize his papers. Imagine how pissed he would be if someone made a comment about that on his facebook, and then asked if he is faking his disability as well.
Sorry to those who dislike the Rus poetry. I wrote this when procrastinating for finals and sent it to a few buddies who also love the antics of Moebius Lipschitz. It's autistic in length, but I figure it's a good post for Christmas Eve.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Russell Greer was upset, he did not have a spouse.
The stockings were hung, by the chimney with care
They belonged to Miss Swift, which she used to wear.
With penis in hand, Rus nestled in bed,
while visions of Taylor danced in his head.
Though mama ain't there, rus never forgot her.
She gave Shitlips away, but held onto her daughter.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter!
Rus somersaulted up to see what was the matter!
Away to the window, he did a front flip.
He opened the shutters, but could not close his lip.
The moon on the breast of a woman below,
aroused little Russell, and caused him to grow.
When, what to his lifeless eyes should appear,
Eight figures came forth, each one with a sneer.
She had read his letters, and received his gift
He knew in that moment, it must be Taylor Swift!
More rapid than amtrak, his enemies came
Taylor whistled and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now Skordas! Now Calvin! Now Grande and Borchetta!
On Herbert! On Farrah! On Starr and Sharshorita!
There is our enemy! As ugly as fabled!
Let Russell Greer know we don't like the disabled!"
Rus took the high ground, and climbed onto the roof.
He'll take down these bigots, and expose the real truth!
So up to the house-top, his haters they flew.
Rus pushed them too far, their patience was through.
Drool fell from his mouth, and froze to the shingles.
When Taylor is around, his groin always tingles.
She needed to hear him, he needed to scold her.
Skordas approached, Rus gave him a cold shoulder.
Rachel Starr messaged Russell, but he didn't respond.
His head turned to find Taylor, that beautiful blonde.
Kids heard the commotion, and gathered around.
Ariana slipped on drool, and fell to the ground.
Just then the trolls came, Rus sees them and hurls.
With Molotov cocktails, they burned boys and burned girls.
Instead of getting the trolls, it was Rus she'd assault
Those children had died- it was Ariana's fault.
Rus sprang into action, with his permanent frown.
He used the anthrax, to take his enemies down.
Their screams filled the air, Rus smiled with glee.
He would snag some children, and return them for a fee.
Before he could get down, he heard someone behind.
Taylor Swift stabbed his heart, and he fell from cloud nine.
Down from the roof, and into the snow.
Rus got himself up, and climbed through the window.
As he fell in the house, from the chimney came a sound.
Sweet Taylor was coming, and Rus would have her bound.
She was dressed in all fur, from her head to her foot,
looking oh so sexy, all covered in soot.
A bundle of toys, Rus had in his pack.
He took out a gun, and pointed it at her back.
"I've got you now Taylor!" He said with a smile.
"Better sit down, you'll be here for a while"
Her eyes - How they twinkled! Her dimples, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry.
His little drool mouth was drawn up like a bow.
His pecker would rise, and Taylor would blow.
"I can't wait to play footsies with you, under the table.
Put on that red dress, I'll show you I'm able!"
A wink of an eye, and a twist of his head,
let poor Taylor know there was much to be dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
And fill'd all the stockings, then turn'd with a jerk.
His warm up was done, he turned to his prize.
When just then, something strange appeared in his eyes.
It was a little baby boy, and a beautiful lady.
They had an aura about them, something seemed shady.
"Who? Who are you?" He yelled out to the yard.
"My name is Bailee" she said "this is my little Charlie Gard".
Russell couldn't believe it, this couldn't be real.
The ghosts of his past, interrupting his meal!
Panic engulfed him, it felt like a stroke.
As spit filled his mouth, he started to choke.
He gasped for air, as he fell to the floor.
As benevolent spirits, untied Russell's whore.
Taylor stood over him, his face turning blue.
She whispered in his ear "I will never love you".
The face of his obsession, was Russell's last sight.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Note to Rus should he read this and spaz out: Your death was used in this for dramatic effect, similar to the majority of things in your ridiculous book. Nobody is after you and wants you dead you paranoid android.
Loved the poem! Managed to capture all of Shitlips' misadventures!
Every time I see someone editing a poem/song to fit Russ I die on the inside.
Other than being crigey it just clogs the thread imo.
He had it hidden in a spoiler, you didn't need to click.