My first half is a shining star basking in the spotlight. My other is portioned, fixed, and measured just right. Joined, I am joy with hearts in elation, A special event for every generation.

I'm dirty, mean, I'm mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand?

To uncover me is a challenge, for I have many layers. To cut me down, even a seasoned master of the blade will weep.

I wear a grin not born of glee, my wisdom hidden in mockery. A fool by name, but not by mind. What role is mine, so misdefined?

Eating me is the symbol of roman laziness. Beating me is the start of roman debauchery. You dont need to go far to find me, but if you can't get me, you will say I am sour.