I’m a rogue. I am a heavy drinker. I’m the frontier. I am a pathfinder. I’ve been a titan and also a cube. And I’m consistently asking for lube. If we’re being cheeky I could be an older brother. A bit of wordplay to help you discover. What am I?

I get called by another name by one country alone, If you put that name in here, the riddle-master would groan. You kick, you pass, you trap with you feet above me, You'd watch me in a pub or club with a million others who love me.

Love me or not, to some I’m oddly crisp, tasting like herbs or a sad rubber tire from a dish. Twisted and bold, a nostalgic wish, but I’m more like the black sheep of the candy dish

What is one thing that all wise men, regardless of their religion or politics, agree is between heaven a nd earth?

I have a fondness for shiny things but I do not have a use for them I am often found mocking passerby