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