I am stored on a shelf,
Next to medicines and ointments,
For man and beast.

I came in a small yellow box,
Marked with a 22.

I am shot out of a rifle,
Near the speed of sound.

I am good at killing ducks and people.

I can get the shooter in trouble,
And get them killed,
In front of a firing squad.

I am a known around the world as,
A killer.

I **** hundreds a day.

I start wars,
And end them.

I am the worst thing known to human kind,
Because nobody sees me,
But they always hear me,
Because I always go out with a,
BANG!