Hang me up!

Hang me up, hang me up!
Everything else is gone
So why don't you just hang me up?

Every ramshackle cot I threw together
To shelter me from tickling breezes
Fell flat before your gale; 

Every hard-won truth I thought I might cling to
When sneaker careered o'er wet beaches
Dissolves in your rip tide;

Every wee treasure held in my secret heart
That I might one day be pleased to find
Feeds your raging furnace;

Tell me then, please tell me:
Since everything's gone
Why don't you just hang me up?