Difficult to knot But makes a tux look formal a ribbon, it's not But around the neck is normal

Cutting things in twain, is what I do it's plain. Don't run with this! is your mothers refrain.

What do you call rubber that is exhausted?

In a glass realm, blobs dance slow, hypnotic and glow; a retro portal to peace, where warmth makes colors flow.

Up a creek of feces without my aid, nautical nonsense ensues until you grasp the handle of this blade.