Oubliette

It's Saturday,
tie me up, lock me away.
I could be a suit like you if I,
wasn't caught in the middle.

Chink of light and heavy chains,
hanging here with hunger pains.
Locked away inside an oubliette.
I went soft in the middle.

A cockroach meal for me,
I was a company man you see,
and this is my reward for twenty years.
Lost in the middle.

Trapped like a screwball chud,
cold stone abbey, stubborn monk.
I could be the abbot in the hood,
If I was free from the riddle.

Hey, hey, hey, help!

I'm caught in the middle!