You don’t know me

Shocked and amazed
Games people play
Rude and crude
Bleeding black you do
One too many Jimmys
Me thinks you are falling
From the days events
From your own calling
The pleasure your words
Sometimes ringing true
Like the bells of St Pauls
When Sunday draws through
Today those words were to
Shock and eject
I should’ve stopped reading
And now I regret
For another side was shown
You’re the same as them
After one thing
To devour and condemn
Keep sharing your gift
Your words of rhyme
I will be back
In white winter time