What is put in our drink; yet for bovine poor feed For pollution we think; that less plastic we need. It's a turtle's mistake; for this is their cancer. If befuddled this make; we grasp for this answer.

I show, I tell, but you wouldn’t say I do the thing I’m named for. If you forget me, you have my number in your phone.

I am at the base of what bakers do, but mobsters love me too. What am I?

In a cage with cellmates am I, And as I pound on the bars, they sigh But if I am ever to be free The world around me ceases to be

I can make you feel light, and happy, despite my natural depressives. Fermented like grapes, I am corn, potatoes, wheat, and more, and I can bring a flush to your cheeks. While I am fully natural, I am poison to your body, but as the poison works, I take inhibition away.