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.

Thousands of me, billions of users. I can be an invisible barrier between two speakers. Learn me or not, that's up to you. But a green owl may hate you if you forget it's lesson for it.

Most of me is dead but I'm not a mummy. I grow on your body but I'm not your tummy. People chew on me but I'm not yummy. I can bend but I'm not very gummy.

I can buzz but I am not a bee. I can bark but I am not a tree. I can sizzle but I am not eggs. I can tweet but I am not x.

I travel on stages but have no feet,I make people laugh from every seat. Sometimes I bomb, sometimes I kill, But I live or die by timing and skill.