Oft have I wings but do not fly, unless you bear me 'cross the sky. I hold tight on for purpose bloody, but I'm no vampire; I'm your buddy! For my job, stigma is born. From those by whom I'm never worn.

I’m a tasty treat that can double as a unit of measure. Be careful not to slip.

I am a place that carnivores love, Though eat at me too often and the oil might send you above. A depression was afoot when a colonel got an idea for me, And later created my first branch in Utah though he started in Kentucky

I arrive when the school day ends, like a gift wrapped in dread, I take over your night while you’d rather be in bed. I multiply when ignored, like socks in the wash, and no, your dog didn’t eat me, don’t be that posh.

You get me on the real bad days, or on the very good, You give me out to little kids who stalk your neighborhood. My verb is used to pay for friends when you are feeling kind, Or it's used to heal a wound or ills of any kind