Would you care to offer your thoughts on this poem of mine? C/C?

Rather dark, and as you said, bersome. I was in his shoes and did feel his drunkenness and could hear the roughness in the voices of the others and their dirty ways. But such is the life he chose; Selling fleshy bread ? for a pittance. I love how you painted this and could clearly see a common corner of the street thing but this happened much earlier when frocks and cuffs and hallowed domes were a usual thing. You find the Pleasance an intriguing tree which seem to mark the English walks and gardens of years ago. I hope I got this right.