Answer:
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What has a mouth but can't chew?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.