going on a limb with no sure way to land...

demeaning in the sense of guns at your sides, you might as well fire at will
aim for the head, at least put them out of your misery.
all you do is talk, talk, talk, but you've seemed to forget to walk
or stand, for that matter
so here's you sincere apology:
"i'm so sorry you're not wrapped around a tree"
everything's an ache for your head, but you're a pain my ass.
just breathe while you still got it, i'm about to take it away
with these words that i've got, none of them could make you stay.


a word that kind of rhymes with 'glove',