You might find me on your shoulder, or inside your PC, A crunchy little snack, baked or fried deliciously. I can burden you with pride, or make your circuits zip, Both a bite and a byte; take your pick, I’m well-equipped.

I end in silence, but am known to be loud. Please don't yell my name in a crowd.

Born through terror, a sacrifice made, I mirror the form from which I was laid. Strike me once, and two shall bleed, but only one survives the deed.

I exist as a collection of life, but I am not in need of a care taker, if done right.. You might find me in an area of your home that needs spruced up..

When you need me, you throw me away When you're done with me, I come back to you