HOW MANY SHEETS TO USE?

So then I’m mistaken,
So leave me alone,
With my little country,
And bakelite phone,

And wall up my windows,
And doorways as well;
Cover me with earth works,
And sound my death knell.

Pull down my pictures,
Pull down my exploits,
Replace them with structures
More deft and adroit,

And cancel all plaudits,
And call on the news,
Announce to the nation
Another removed.

Forget I existed,
Forget I appeared,
Sell off my silver
And all I revered.

And they will be grateful,
And lather your feet,
Until thrift arrives
And impounds your seat.

So am I mistaken?
So am I alone?
If so please don’t call me
On your mobile phone.