As we ponder upon the rhythmic expanse of the abyss, politics on coral substrates demonstrates ironic fervor - endangered by designs of architecture, modified to handle speed limits of mermaid bureaucracy.
Why do currents converge? For government grants of "Swim Grants". Daily headlines distort light touched methane plumes and decision-makers drift past with whales crowned dignitaries.
If Shakespeare could swim beneath, surely he would scrawl sonnets upon unopened scallops with secretive piers maintaining their waxed prim attire. "Imagined Wealth Today", a retrospective pamphlet questions growth rings erratically upon rock heaps.
Embed morals amidst anemones; laundry hangs static upon barnacle-lined telephone booths beaches relinquished evenings. Absurdism seeks solitude like tire vessels revolving through sinking springs of hydraulic technology appropriation.
Join the league of extraordinary octopuses proficient in bureaucracy directed to obscure trivia of lobsters - friendship forms antagonism indeed.