A.O. Scott

Lot of people love him, lots of people mock him. But does he always write with such insistent internal rhymes, I ask you?

On Sitting Down to Read A.O. Scott's Review of The Other Guys,
Once Again

He sings of angry populist satire
Of a British weasel-for-hire

Of topical provocation
Of whatever worldly anger and frustration

we may be harboring.

With the crow of an inflamed bantam rooster,
and the eyes of a combustible milquetoast,

gullible,
irresistible,
less comprehensible
than sensible.

Vixens, lions, tunas, scams,
hedges, bailouts, Ponzi schemes,

A mooning goofball
A spoofing fireball
A going-out-of-business sale at the comic video boutique,
brought to you by the infinitely fungible voice of Will Ferrell.

Not so.
Macho.
After all.