I open no door and serve no libation. I create chasms and ensure clear communication. Surrounded by friends, each with a task; I'm larger than them, why do you ask?

Sticks, not stones, make my bones; And words can often confound. The bathroom is not my place, I prefer my sky unbound. Always under tension, you might think me tense. Call me comical, with but one letter difference.

The meaning of my name can change. Often told to close in a heated exchange. Percussive sounds with heavy syncopated beats. Victims lured into where their fates they will meet. But definitely not a tarpaulin sheet.

Many hands can hold me, my purpose can change; Punishment, pleasure, oppression, or pain. Coiled like a snake, ready to snap; Spread out my fingers like the tails of a cat.

Fired from a gun, I inflict pain and fear unimaginable, but do not fret. Your parents take me on the table. Found in a bar and a hospital, if you take too much, I’ll make your senses bland and dull.