I’ve served kings and queens, though I never could wed, I lost what was dangling, now sing high instead. Once I had family jewels, now just an empty sack, Lost my cojones, they won’t be coming back.

It could be good, actually, it might not be. It has ten letters, or maybe it is three. Many say it's bad, i honestly disagree. People say this trait characterizes me.

I used to be exact, not carelessly defined But now when people use me, they might be telling lies My first half gauges liquid's span The second fires the heart of man

I can't help you with pirated games or software, though my name might suggest otherwise. But I can help you if you're hungry!

I can be cracked. I can be made. I can be told. I can be played. What am I?