I AM GIVEN AS GIFT OR IN JEST. WHEN AT THE STORE, AROUND ME PEOPLE QUEST. YOU MAY NEED ME TO GAIN A DATE, A DRINK, A JOB. MAYBE EVEN TO LIVE NEAR A MAN NAMED BOB. WITH ME MANY THINGS CAN BE PURCHASED. WITHOUT ME PEOPLE MAY THINK YOU DONT EXIST.

I’m black or brown, and tied on tight. I hide one eye and block the light.

With a curve, I scoop, A warm embrace I deliver, Soup's faithful servant.

Steps in a satchel? Escalator in some luggage?

Burn a twig easily But a log, that's silly In your bag, where it is A big power, So tiny