Answer:
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
I will disappear every time you say my name.
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?