Answer:
I am a lunch money thief
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
If you have me you want to share me. If you share me you don't have me. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.