As a racer, your goal is to meet me at speed. But you’ll surely miss me if you turn in with greed.

In circles of delight I twirl, with toppings that make mouths whirl. A crusty base, a cheesy crown, a slice of joy that won't let you down.

Named for wolves, yet I live inside you, A pointed spear, able to tear through. When bared I am a cornerstone.

On the face of it. I'm only wasted, if no fun was had. It doesn't take Einstein to understand that.

I’m no horse of course, though I’m often confused, I carry your burdens and still get accused. My voice is a laugh, my ears steal the show, I’m smarter than people are willing to know.