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I tried it with yoga to regain my edge. It was even a step in the right direction to reflect on myself. I don't drink coffee or tea anymore. />To not get nervous
(I drink) from plastic cups
And the paper plates
So I don't get the urge to throw and throw
I wear a glove day and night
To keep from biting my nails
And yet I see my inspector
Then I cannot be controlled
Then I swear taunt the man
Then I say those hateful things
I call him a rotten fish
A fool and a mikkioni
If I meet you in the dark
Then I will hit your face
I call him a thief and a murderer
Cold-hearted and narrow-minded
And if a table wasn't there
I would hit and punch him
I say him that I also know something about all his sloping corridors
And that I know where he so often hangs out at night
And that I know things about him knows
Which I'm going to tell about
And that for a man like him
he can't even count to ten
But who suffers most from that
That it's not him but me, my friends
Because no matter how I look at it
He always knows where to find me