Rockem Sockem Robots

Forever standing toe to toe
Two gladiators in the ring
Entrenched in our positions
Our truculence is frightening.

You are Mister Man of Red
I am Mister Man of Blue
We assume the classic boxer's pose
Tunney, Dempsey, me and you

Our arms have turned to pistons
Inflict a horrid pummeling
Until one man takes it on the chin
A head flies up upon its spring

I have this sweet spot on my jaw
I have this soft spot in my head
A hollowness inside my heart
Hands of stone but soul of lead

We still are standing toe to toe
Two gladiators in the ring
Entrenched in our positions ---
Can't anybody stop this thing?

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