Quintessentially Unnecessary Institution

I am falling from the top

I am drinking from a cup

I came in search of paradise

With much in my mind

A thousand eyeballs shake me down

The ups and downs of times to come

Satisfaction comas and goes

Biological action and it froce

A problem of leisure measured in terms

Of pain plus pleasure plus poison sperm

I wear the look of false alarm

Someone ought to twist my arm