Poetic Movie Review of Baby Driver

Baby has music in his heart
A ringing in his ears
But take his psyche apart
And you can see his fears
A Devil behind the wheel
So, that's what they say
If you need a getaway
He's here any day
But he isn't evil
At least outwardly
He's got a buddy
One running the shot
And a darling bringing him coffee
Oh oh so hot
It's bat shit crazy
It's my job to know
A mayhem induced reality
Mixed with old-fashioned musicality
But the goal is to drive
So drive to the goal
He puts pedal to the metal
To the sounds of alt metal
Rob a bank with Baby at the wheel
And there's no need for a baby that's real
He isn't slow, surely not dumb
But Edgar Wright sure knows how to have fun
It's effortlessly paces
And it's a moral race
Do one thing bad
Turn and thirteen good
In the end, take your coffee black
And never take any flack
With this in mind
Four out of Five