Answer:
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
What is always coming but never arrives?