I can mean empty pockets, Or something split in two. I can mean rules were violated, Or news finally got through. I can be fixed, but not always healed, And I can happen without a sound. Spend me wrong and I describe your wallet; Drop me hard and on the ground you may find me... What am I?

I'm a fragile sphere, a transient sheen, often found when trying to get clean.

I might be filled with tea or joe, or be the face you always show.

To pee or not to pee Is not the question. Whether I can find the location That is the question!

On a court I help the ball take flight, Yet elsewhere I may disturb the night. One version earns applause and praise, the other earns a noise complaint.