I can talk, but I cannot listen. People use me to entertain and inform alike.

A shellfish, a crafting tool, a beauty aid. You might open boxes with this mighty blade. Described a lot as sharp or keen, in pop sci-fi a ship I've been. Sized to fit your hand and cheaply sold, Im made of steel but worth my weight in gold.

At two syllables, I am very common, drab and gray. My first sound could be a butt, my second could be blame. But do not blame it on the butt, even though that is nearly my name.

I am made of many grains and come from a mill. Heat me and smush me to make me useful. Cool me too fast and I'll crack like crust. Cut me and I'll sing.

I often have feathers, but never can fly, if I'm honest I tend to prefer those who lie; Your constant companion from the start to the end, when you need some support, on me you depend