I am an idiom for death when anyone kicks me. If its a drop you see, think insignificantly.

I coil like a snake yet carry no bite, I bring forth water with pressure and might.

I’m old but not a grandpa, I sit behind clear glass. People point and whisper, as they slowly walk past.

Bread thick of thin, depends where it's made. Top me with meats and veggies, don't forget the cheese. I would be yelled at in New York, I always use a knife and fork.

I am made of mud and straw, baked in the sun, and used to make walls for buildings. What am I?