David R. Foley is a Girly Man

Let me tell you a little bit about David R. Foley. He is a empty headed animal food trough wiper. Of whom which I fart in his general direction. His mother was a hamster and his father smelt of elderberries. And would the man not try to trademark the MAME logo, I would not taunt him a second time-a.

And that said, I would like to read a poem.

The Drowning Man


You can never teach
The drowning man to swim.
As long as he is in the water,
All he can do is flail,
And try and not sink.
Eventually he will tire.

Throw him a line.
Tell him a story.
Tell him it will be okay.
Convince yourself
That it is okay to lie.

You know that he really isn't okay.
You know that he can't swim.
And, you know,
If he stays in the water,
Eventually he will die.


D. Foley, 1997