The Plastic Vortex.
You are a fish whose belly is full of soda caps. You are starving cause your digestive track is blocked off. Your body is full of tiny plastic particles that are full of toxins.
Chemical sludge circulates among the colorful plastic and can be almost avoided, but often you mistake your path and get a nice coat of rank grease on your scales, fins and clogging your gills.
The plastic has gotten so thick that decadent parties are taking place in the Texas sized trash continent. Trashy girls injected full of plastic wade in the shallow pools and strut along the plastic decks.
Flotsam and jetsam are two of your favorite trash walkers. Their bulging behinds barely contained by plastic treads make you hotter than the thought of the world finally choking to death in its own filth.
You imagine that you are running your fingers through there luxurious western rubbish patch.