I haven’t left my flat over three months,
since the council erected an iron door,
an easy mistake for the council to make,
but the grills on the windows are an eye sore.
I shouted out the window,
I shouted out the door,
I tried to tunnel out though the kitchen floor,
I pushed lighted paper though the letterbox,
but no one saw cause of the iron door.
Trapped in my flat,
only my memories for company,
trapped in my flat,
hoping someone will come and rescue me.
I phoned up the council there was no reply,
clearly the staff there presumed I died,
an easy mistake for the council to make,
there was nothing they could do, but they apologised.
There’s nothing I can do and that’s a simple fact,
but sit here and wait ’til they demolish these flats,
till then I’ll sit in my attic space,
trying to attract attention of passing planes.
Trapped in my flat,
only my memories for company,
trapped in my flat,
hoping someone will come and rescue me,
hoping someone will come and rescue me.
