"Title Pending"

And there they were, landed

from who-knows-what distant planet or star,

in blue, orange, and yellow.

A contagion they carried,

transferred like a bad mutation

through a deceptively benevolent line:

“Can I have a moment of your time?”

And with it they multiplied

across every entrance and hallway,

like an itch after a hazy night

with that girl who’s been “crab-free” since yesterday.

Then they vanished into air,

with titles under their arms,

and smiles to spare.

But there is depth in their smiles,

if you take the care to see

that they look too much the same,

no matter the task they heed.

Who are they? They are U,


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