I have no voice, yet I speak to the crowd, I am beaten and struck, yet I roar out aloud. I wear a tight skin stretched across a hollow frame, And keep every beat in a rhythmic game.

A phone can make me, clippers can too. Insects bring me from bloom to bloom.

I have a belly that holds your wine, a slender neck, and a stem so fine.

Sewer service entrance; Good luck moving the lid bare handed

Sometimes it's an inception style of security. It's not nonsense or rubbish, really!