Marching hopefully till the end of the street.
We’ll set you on fire, if you misbehave.
Stomping down the boulevards is neat
When you’re crunching meanies underfoot
And sometimes it’s a whole city you save.
Yoshimi feminism produces no soot.
We’ll fight the evil robots to the very end.
With teddy bears and black belts
Into outer space, our aggressors we’ll send.
The music of their yelps, for depression, it helps.
But what happens when we run out of energy?
Even pink robots have to rest eventually.
Inspired in part by the song “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots” by The Flaming Lips. Check out Dylan Hughes likewise inspired piece here.