Cobbler of the Cracked Sole - an acoustic song

I was enslaved
And depraved
Killed and graved my first season

Here’s my depiction
Of eviction
And the friction of self-treason

I scraped and clawed
And fought the fight, enforced the law
Only to get arrested
The chains dispensed in
Legalistic lies and phony facts had fenced in
My freedom

But I still stand
For I stand with You
Cobbler of the cracked sole

I sat for hours
As the powers
Grew their flowers out my ear holes
Geranium lies
Filled my eyes,
I despised thieving pride's tolls

The more I paid
The more the mess was mis-confessed
The actor’s mask adds pressure
The twisted ties of
Traps and trust and lust and all that that implies is
So stunning

But I still stand
For I stand with you
Cobbler of the cracked sole

(there is a spoken word portion at the end of this song. I'll post it separately since that portion is a poem all its own.)