My first half is bogus. My second half is waste. Nevertheless, I ensure cleanliness.

I make things dry, but most of the time you find me in water The lands I touch become barren, but you need me to survive I am made of two violent oppsites, that when meeting neutralize one another

Four legs you may see, but I don't walk or run. I hold your feast, yet never taste a crumb. A lover of games, yet never plays. In homes and cafes, I quietly stay.

I fill new walls and papers Until your work is done. You rack your brain for answers, Then draw me when there’s none.

I have two arms but cannot hug, I glide and snip, not crawl or tug. With every chomp, I take a bite, yet have no teeth to grip you tight.