A life as a spacer alone
Will strip one's soul bare to the bone.
I travel for days
In a sad empty haze,
So forlorn to be all on my own.

On Omni once, drunk in despair
Did I exit the bar for some air.
Through a chapel I stumbled,
Out the back thence I fumbled
To the sex shop concealed behind there.

Before me lay strange toys in tubes,
And kith-powered strap-ons and lubes.
Bright buzzers and tinglers,
And ticklers and fingerers,
Mine virginal eyes did peruse.

But whence came the voice from above
That inexorably led with a shove,
Towards that direction,
Into a small section
With the sign "Interspecial Love"?

Enraptured I scanned the variety
Of loving in all of its glory.
From Krona on Elgan
To Amaian on Human,
And selected an "All species orgy".

Who knew Tukkav below were so shorn,
Or that Shen had a thing for the W'hoorn?
That Ry'nari tongues lashed,
And Nusriza tails thrashed,
And Nath-el could do THAT with their horn?

The journeys through space are now glorious,
The sounds of sweet love like a chorus.
All licking and slurping,
And moaning and spurting,
My heart is now happy and joyous.