All These Things For Free Poem by Gary Diamond

structure, form, architecture and function.
without rhyme and lacking reasons.
count it on your fingers,1,2,3,4.
there's always a fifth for more.

tonight will be an encore
but it's a trick played only for me.
it keeps me sane it gets me high i find it hard to breathe.

losing, living, wasting and burning.
shattered, alive and always learning.
write it down in textbooks 1,2,3,4.
there's always a minor third, one more.

tonight will be the big show
but it's a trick that works for me.
it drives me nuts you know i do
all these things
for free.