One of you, gallery slave,
rowing through, brave.
Daily images since I was born,
some holy, but mostly porn.
My youth and years of school,
too smart to learn, common fool.
Every single girl-friend,
skilled to make it end.
Family mostly kind to me,
not sure if it's story of thee.
Two decades rowing in chain of steel,
hard, easy, let come death be my deal.
Sea feels tough, blue and black,
bowing my face and my back.