Derision about precision
Makes my poetry a mockery
My words fit somewhat nicely
But my meanings are lost like me

I can't tell where this is going
But I'll know where it is soon
It is long and it is hard
But I'm composing a new tune

A linear progression
Would warrant fewer questions
And it'd be like all my heroes
Instead of like all my best friend's

Favorite musical artists
And those are generally rappers
And I have rap in my heart
And that is what really matters

So my words have to fit nicely
But meanings are not as vital
People who get it might like me
And if not, there's always "life goals"

And other universal
Generic humor that pleases
But artwork takes something moral
And breaks it down into pieces

And sometimes it's like a sculpture
Or maybe more of a collage
Sometimes meaning's apparent
Other times it's a barrage

And it's hitting you all over
And you don't quite see the picture
But sometimes that brings us closer
Because life too is a mixture

Of things that don't fit nicely
And things that can hit you strongly
This poem's ordered but it might be
Something that you'll think of fondly