Holy Grimace
In such agreement
With all that is being said
Standing up in awe
Rocking side to side
With folded arms, shriveled nose
Squinted eyes, spiked shouts
Downward lips poked out
With wrinkled brow and clinched fists
Arms start rotating
Rolling, beating air
Shifting foot to foot ready
To launch in the deep
The speaker speaks on
Overexaggerated
With vi'lent fervor
Still with that grimace
Clapping hands, shaking the head
Nodding with more shouts
Now out the fifth row
A trot turns into a sprint
Til breathless with tears
Arms raised, surrender
Jumping sporadically
In freedom of soul
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