He shuffled with a stack of books.
His dealer's dingy shop
held others who were just like him.
Unhinged, they'd buy and swap.
He'd been like this for many years,
pored over his collection;
but first-day stamps and rareties
could give him no erection.
A friend gave him a catalogue
with women to pursue.
He found one who would lick his face
-- he stuck to her like glue.