Deep oceans, untouched, largely unexplored
Lifetimes to find the words, they say, they save
initial interstitial tales, but as of late
Now drowned with S.S. Serenade
Too much? Ha! You jest, young Salmon Shakespeare
Washed upon the shore, I\'m sure — an optic noose around his neck
That Juliet would rather die than be alone! Never dead, yet fossilized in steel
Next Seal would rather die alone than a phony, a mere stone
Settled at the bottom of the riverbend — pretend the dollar is sand
Finding someone satiable in this ocean of power-hungry, lustful fish
To complete, compliment, commit to robotic rebirth
This mechanical Marine Life we live; underwater datacenter desires
Freshly manufactured machinery, it floats, with loosely tangled wires
Grain boundaries shift, biaxial strain — the Heavens feel more hydrostatic
Scales shimmer shades of sultry silver
Let her love, yes, sir; once more
Pressure crushes men who seek the floor
The yes. It ebbs and flows with waves
Why must I always seek a man, a woman, another to mate?
And why must every interaction traction wedding bells
Would ring! If only soldered ears retained no water
Is he hot? Is she sexy? Am I hot and am I sexy?
Does the Squid ask itself these questions before Calamari is plated?
Or is the outcome the same if it\'s loved or it\'s hated?
Grinding shark teeth sipping blue-algae mead;
Leave the grinding for gears that must pump out the sea.