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Selected Soliloquies from The Tragical History of King Fergie, Part 1; or, The Matter of Wiley

Posted By Alan Jacobs On November 14, 2009 @ 8:37 am In Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Not all the water in the rough rude sea

Can wash the balm off from an anointed Scot;
The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The manager elected by the Lord:
For every FA official Griffiths hath urg’d
To impose cruel fines against our parka’d self,
God for His Fergie hath in heavenly pay
A glorious angel: then, if angels fight,
Commissioners must fall, for heaven still guards the right.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made still more discontented by shite calls . . .

Tis now the very bitching time of night,
When Wiley sweats and heavily breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink refs’ blood,
And do such bitter business as th’ FA
Would quake to look on . . .

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?
When this advice is free I give and honest,
Probal to cardio-vascular fitness, and
Conducive to correctness on the pitch? . . .

Is this a touchline ban I see before me,
Writ on official stationery? Sod it.
I love thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A memo of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw. . . .

Alan Jacobs can be found online at Text Patterns, The American Scene, and Twitter, among other places.

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