The Final Flare of a Freestyler

I swam the English Channel and then I kept it to myself,
no one needed to know,
because the minute they learned of this,
they would settle into the voyeurs they were destined to be,

Happy for me,
but none too happy it was someone else,

or else,
swimming was lonely,
until it wasn't,

way down here,
six feet below,
and then six feet under,
where we all swim with the fishes

At least if we were down here,
we would not,
could not,
be rubberneckers