I resemble a straw, but I do not go well with drinks. You can leave your mark with me.

I roll when stories meet their end, I buy, I praise, I recommend. I am earned by going beyond, In trust and name, our fates are fond.

I am hot and cold. I am the color of your excrete. I could be made from civet's poop. Most people love to start their day with me.

I make castles that vanish, but I do not make washing up easy. People often watch the flow of time with me.

My name is a color, but it's not why I'm sweet, I'm Venus and Mars, and a star without heat, I'm a symbol of war, and I'm quite close to death, But my hips will still sway when you can't feel my breath