Love as a Series of Interconnected Points

Gather around/ and I shall be profound/ or at least not as dumb/ as I usually am. There's one thing/ the sillymillies understand/ and that's the joy to be had/ from his pussyfundling hands. The news makes me sick/ different views of the same shit/ but he'll have none of that/ spoiling his fun. Gather around ladies/ and be thankful for his touch/ When it comes to pussyfundling/ there can never be too much. All the Joans will moan/ it beats being alone/ and there will be no pain/ for the lovely Janes. The Sheilas and the Sues/ they'll know just what to do/ no lass will be damned by the touch/ of his pussyfundling hands. They all demand the touch/ of his pussyfundling hands