Tell me I'm right while I'm wrong Language sings its own song I don't follow its path Do not try to reason with logic and math. Do not try to find me using science and facts Only words I can be, and words without tact Because opposites attract

It's first two, can call Paul Simon It's final two, not I, not myself but the end of some Taken as a whole Lead to gold transformation A Philosopher's Stone to some

A tower of liquid, a cyclone of drink, guiding the flow to the edge of the brink.

The nickname for a Golden Raspberry, surprisingly receiving one on Saturday does not preclude one from receiving an Oscar on Sunday.

If I don't fit you must acquit! If I do shame on me.