People hate being inside of me. But some love putting me inside of them.

I can be taught, but will never learn If you’re careless, I will burn I’m sometimes coiled, but never permed You will see me when standing stern.

You can spread me but do not eat me; garden with me, but I alone cannot produce. You can clean and make soaps with me, for I have a lots of use.

You clear me away with a broom and rags, yet apply me to find the guilty.

I stand tall and wrapped in stripes The fat of giant sea beasts fuels my light My glowing eye burns through the grey A mighty guide till the break of day