My last poem

I wondered what my last poem would be like, and it went something like this... 

Happiness or misery is the state of bliss ;

For usually the ignorant,

I must confess I'm not the greatest artist..

For I don't write with ink 

It doesn't take place on parchment

I'm parched

And I have thirst to quench

I'm cured now 

So there are better things

Left unsaid

I'm pure now

So it's best they're not written

For me that is the best

This is my last poem

Now to shower 

And to get dressed