The Old Schooler's Prayer

My kayak, which art in pieces, Hollowform be thy name.
Thy hull is sprung, thy last runs done,
On creeks down in almost heaven.
Give me this day my high top Keds
And forgive me my duct tape and patches
As I forgive those who float Prijons around me.
And lead me not into Necky,
But deliver me from Riot.
For mine was the River Chaser,
Early polyethylene,
First roto-molded,
For ages and ages.
Amen.