Armando Ianucci's THE DEATH OF STALIN (2017)

O Ianucci, could you ever fail?

The evidence so far says surely not!

And even though our thigh slaps turn to wails

Of shock and horror, watching people shot

To "keep the peace(!)", still we laugh loud and long

At yet another stunning combo: script

And perfect improv. I can only long 

For when this crew takes on the 45th

White House. Meanwhile, I think Buscemi could

Hold on with Malcolm Tucker. Some things must

Be roundly mocked, if only for the good

Of humankind. Though, when the filmic dust

Is settled, one thing would improve the lols:

If Beale and Tambour could have swapped their roles. 

Thomas Russell's MR. DUNGBEETLE (2005)

No geese fly over any cuckoos' nests;
Disciples of a strange and kindly god,
The Khepri, who persuades them it is best
To heal themselves in wilderness. Applaud,
As each is given space and time to tilt
At his own windmills. Ev'ry line they say
Has meaning strange and lovely as they build
A world that looks like ours, but better. They
Are fun to watch e'en as they make one cry
At kindness and at courage. This unknown
But perfect cast will have you asking why
Divergence bears such stigma. We're alone
Each in our heads, but Thomas Russell sees
Us all. Let's sit together 'neath the trees.