Marble and Leather

I am created of marble and leather laced with  gold over fleshy layers of otter, yet, one knows not the glow nor the glitter so bestowed, with the obstacles of disarray that block the way, and the mantles of mistakes, ascending to the crown point all that disguises the bulk that disappears underneath this mass at last, this beautiful creature, this monster creepy who wiggles and sizzles, part fate and not so great, more than a mere smart thought or another product just bought, the gift so sought to behold, this old humble pie king! Strong Buffalo