I am the aim, I bring guns to bear.
I can transport you from here out to there.
I can improve you in body and mind,
A series of thoughts, I may be dragged behind
Like kids' macaroni art back in the past
The first to reach anger is never the last
The result of these bizarre musings in rhyme is a single, common English word. Has the strain of giving up acrostics warped my mind or is there reason hidden in the ramblings?