In the dim corner of a Japanese dive,
People looked as if Pokémon had come alive.
Robot dogs slouched, their eyes vacant, deep,
Godzilla’s ghost somewhere, lost in his sleep.
Weird sushis moved, like dreams on a plate,
And trains, too damn fast, never willing to wait.
Those insane TV shows, they scream and they shout,
But it's life, raw and real, of that, there's no doubt.