I find it odd that I keep tagging these with words no one will care to look for

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In kamikaze comfort
A plastic cradle rocks,
To the beat of beeping clocks,
To the lull of a light-bulb's hum.
All children drenched in rum
Drunken and complacent,
Fake and insecure.

In kamikaze comfort,
Sleep again to rise,
Toil for toys new and nice.
But keep it simple, two should do,
One good one evil makes a world-view.
As long as the plastic spirits,
Keep filling up the room.

In kamikaze comfort,
Laboriously depressed,
Mostly with more obsessed,
From plastic passions pilfering a soul.
Pre-packaged opinions, mind on parole,
Don’t really like to shiver, but I,
Fear the fear, so pose a pose.

In kamikaze comfort,
Hear a deafening pop.
A house of cards, a king atop,
Fleeing wind blows the foundations from under.
The bubble bursts, vacuum fills a blunder.
If only I’d ‘a built,
This damn thing out of plastic!