Answer:
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.