Stuck in my plastic cage like a rabid animal. Snapping and hissing when pressures released. Dark like the tar, but sweet like honey, Competing with my red rival, some corporate beast.

Born of man from weapons of old, With blade and bow I guard your gold. My purpose is clear: to prevent your fear. so I clamp my teeth and turn my head. All so you can go to bed.

Too much of me and you'll die, but with just enough, you'll survive. You find me all over the place, even in outer space. I'm in a bottle of wine, Alone, I can't make you feel divine. I'm sharper than a knife. As I said before, I can take your life.

I buzz in kitchens, quick to tease, I lift you high above the seas. I guard your pants with subtle grace, And reel in fish with silken lace.

Red, blue, or gold, my colors you may know. If you don't, that's ok, you'll enjoy me anyway. What am I?