Take a sip or bite of me, and your tongue will recoil. The tricked child cries, 'Ugh! It's bitter, is it spoiled?' Not I, but this does a lesson make, I only taste sweet once I'm baked.

Many seek this in their life, but data brokers cause much strife. You use incognito, to hide your secret views, but did you forget your ISP tracks you too.

Blaming, shouting, bickering back and forth, this engagement has no worth. What was once constructive chatter has become destructive clatter...what do you call this demonstration that mostly leads to endless frustration?

Not for dessert That i will assert Where camels linger And scorpions flash their stingers

My neighbor lives in a pineapple, but I just sprawl on the sandy floor I wear my heart on all my sleeves, five of them, in fact. I cling to rocks beneath the waves, without a single care. What am I?