Answer:
I start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
I am flora not fauna. I am foliage not trees. I am shrubbery not grass.
I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking. What am I?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?