Poetic Tribute to Chris Farley
Chris Farley was born on February 15, 1964 and died on December 18, 1997. In honour of his birthday, I’d like to share this poem I wrote about him. To help you understand the poem, and appreciate the comedic genius that was Chris Farley, I’m also posting the famous sketch “Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker” from Saturday Night Live. Enjoy and remember. R.I.P. Chris Farley.
By David Weinfeld
“Son of a bitch!” He screamed.
So fell fat man Farley
face-first through the table but still able
to spring sprightly like a man built lightly,
Twinkle-toed, like the Babe Ruth of old,
A three hundred pound big Irish kid.
We all knew he would die
like Belushi before him: blow, booze and bitches.
We laughed. And laughed. He sweated, leaking loneliness.
“La-Dee-Frickin-Da,” he’d say and we’d laugh some more.
“Bill Shakespeare,” he called the old Bard, a bard himself,
a first class clown who could keep comics cackling.
He had a sidekick, but let’s call a Spade a spade:
a smarmy man, more made, more mature, more measured,
except when big Chris entered the room.
Then even he could not keep his cool.
Chris turned chaos to craft.
And they laughed. And we laughed.
He was fat, and sweaty.
And so we laughed as he suffered inside.
Christopher was thirty-three when he died
in a van down by the river.