I can run I can me stuffed Don’t pick me up It’s better to blow

Legally binding on the desk of a lawyer, Usually for the corner, sometimes on the sides, Use it in the middle and you might get funny looks. What is it?

No bones to break, yet I twist and I spin, algorithms guide me, through thick and thin. I dream in code while you’re fast asleep, or swipe your job with a mechanical beep.

Maybe I'm a musical session Possibly I'm a sticky treat on bread but if I get angry you'll be stuck in traffic.

I open wide and release a big ‘oh’, I’m more contagious than a viral TikTok show. I come in multiple rounds, potentially, You’ll be flat on your back once you do me.