Happy little pieces of the puzzle
is what we are
whether we are near or far
this piece is what we are
The Grand designer stands to
Sprinkle
the myriad of pieces upon the
table
and as he stands
is willing and
able
to give the poem or puzzle a label
"humanity"
he utters as his coffee mug sputters
on the table
which makes the pieces sticky and icky
and causes features to be distorted
much different than the picture on
the
box
reported
but that's okay
He likes to assemble the
Pieces of the Puzzle
Anyway.