Quintessentially Unnecessary Institution

I am falling from the top
I am drinking from a cup
I came in search of paradise
With nothing much in my mind
A thousand eyeballs shake me down
The up and downs of time’s to come
Satisfaction comes and goes
Biological action and it force
A problem of leisure measured in terms
Of pain plus pleasure plus poison sperm
I wear the look of false alarm
Some ought to twist my arm