Bedlam (Edit 1)

[SilverMire]

I’ve seen a modern house of bedlam, where
Tom’s in front with chipped
Up teeth and soil heavied clothes
are sodden down by scripts. If you're going for uniform feet in lines 2 and 4, it feels as if there's an extra one in number two for my ear

I had my day of lunacy
Inside and know the way
that wasted men can feel their lives I'd perhaps junk revise if you want to capitalise the start of lines or not. Only in these first two paragraphs I can see that it's not, so maybe aim for consistency
that slowly slip away.

You cannot cover up a cell
With smiling murals crafted
On the prison walls and paint away
A single plaguing fact Not to rhyme here, or even slight-rhyme, seems out of sync with the rest of the poem

That all these bonny boys are trapped
If you heard the ticking clock
Inside then maybe you could see
What they can feel, a lock. This stanza just feels really contrived. Lock feels solely chosen for the rhyme.

It’s true that prisons can be gauged
In degrees, but freedom lost
Is freedom lost and where is he
That sets his cage aloft. Again, doesn't really make too much sense to me. "Freedom lost is freedom lost" doesn't sit too well with me. Consider revising this?

So gather up all bedlam boys
And throw away your shame
To join with me for a moment’s whine
And plaintively exclaim!

Hope this helps in some small way