Answer:
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.