Sweet X2-S-eX-y Cyborg Gal

She was a piece of psy-ops
to make the enemy’s eyes pop
or win their hearts and minds...

They invented two new bugle calls
more ‘advance’ than ‘retreat’
and to muster the men merrily
around her throbbing thighs...

Model X2-S-eX-y
a machine wrapped in ecto-flames
hot juiced churning deep within
her cyborg body and her brain...

Offering sweet promises
for those who surrendered peacefully
and she always got a rise
from the enemy’s white flags, ceaselessly...

She almost lost her proto-melons
stepping on a land mine;
we pieced her back together,
she gave a thumb’s up, all was fine...

Smooth as silk, hard as nails
assign a mission, she never fails;
sweet X2-S-eX-Y cyborg gal
latest weapon of modern war;

our order is in for a million more...