I can illuminate, but I cannot censor. People use me to learn.

I have ended so many lives before they truly begun, No one wants to find me alone and discarded. Blow me , blow me, and I will pretend I am a balloon, I will protect you but only while you have fun. Forget me and your heirs I will allow to live.

You can balance them, you can make a reservation, and you can just stare at them when your imagination is running wild.

Smoke me, cook with me, Use me as your ‘throne,’ Just don’t drop me if I’m breakable, When I’m made of something akin to stone.

You might find me on your shoulder, or inside your PC, A crunchy little snack, baked or fried deliciously. I can burden you with pride, or make your circuits zip, Both a bite and a byte; take your pick, I’m well-equipped.