Answer:
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.