I'm what clothes are made of, at least by one account. Space and time are another instance, of what I'm all about. A tear in me could ruin your day, from wardrobe malfunction to universal destruction.

If everyone receives me, what value remains. I understand the argument, though I do not share the belief. I may be earned, displayed, or placed before a person's title. In the end, I am a keepsake shaped by victory.

Raindrops gather on my skin, yet never reach the one within.

i stand on corners, but no, i'm not that! push a button and your intentions are made clear first you must wait, you'll need patience in fact or else some loud noises you'll hear a chicken's goal I would make easy, if i'm used, you will always be fine those who don't use me may think me cheesey but it's simple just follow the lines

I have a tongue, but I cannot speak, I have a sole, but no soul to keep. I wear sharp teeth or four hard wheels, Bound tightly to your toes and heels. Push off the ground and feel the glide, I am your ticket for a frozen or concrete ride.