football & jesus dont mix

hes been fighting everyone for years he fell out with the other three musketeers saying i havent a clue he fails to call me sir i beat his dad he calls me sir i beat his mum with a steel sword or a stalk of corn singing im pope of the barrier reef some call him the devil & some a leaf but reading auden practising walking balancing the longer collected & talking in riddles for my own protection only eating makes me happy that & knowing what fails to scratching the field out disappears chooks disappear & boys who lack self discipline or depression or guilt or something or eat what tv says & it works welcome to the cheap eats where everything wheat kills the grass what does it mean he soothed getting it down my throats like paper he puts on his cowboy hat & counts the kiwis something black almost takes my head off the theme from star wars