Sounds like an aphrodisiac for those that live at a monastery

Grooms' cars drag me down streets 'though I cry You kick me or shoot me, no one bats an eye One day I'll take vengeance for living this hell I'll blow up, brew botox, I poison you well Learn from this tale, don't leave me a dent for handled with care I am a godsend If apocalypse strikes and mankind is done I feed you for years and decades to come

The king lives in a palace, The poor man lives in me, I'm small but I have a roof. What can I be?

My first two are a father and my next two are a six My last four, beast that sounds a bit like those deceitful tricks Pouring rain, or blazing sun? My shelter is a fix.

Use it in a strategy, sharp and clean, Or pull it to start or stop a machine. Use it with your muscles to lift a huge weight, With a simple pivot, your power is great.