I've always loved quotes
And I tend to collect them
Much as one would collect
Bottle caps, or fuzzy-haired trolls
Or maybe foreign coins
One glance at my favorite notebook
And my zeal for quotes becomes
Very clear
There are many things I do though
That don't make sense to me
Like why I try to make people
Happy
But am so often
Depressed
Why I like some ***** jokes
And not others
Why I even like them at all
Why, perhaps, I am who I am
And not a bit different
Yet so incredibly
Impressionable