I belong to a
Secret Society.

Membership
requires no fee or
preexisting condition.
To join
You must
dance.

Theoretically
Everyone can belong.
Sadly
Many lose their ability to
boogie woogie.

As a consequence
Unfortunates forfeit
membership in
the sacred society of
Rock and roll.

“Gonna tell Aunt Mary
About Uncle John
He claims he has the misery
But he having lots of fun
Oh baby.”

We take shelter in
Le petit Richard.

“Well, it’s one for the money
two for the show
Three to get ready
now go, cat, go.”

Experience
Rockabilly rapture.

“Sometimes I’m right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I’m in.
I am everyday people, yeah, yeah.”

Relish
the democracy of dance.

“Well we made a promise
We swore we’d always remember
No retreat, baby,
No surrender.
Like soldiers in the winter’s night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby,
No surrender.”

Many things are
worth fighting for:
peace
justice
the planet, and
(duh)
Rock and roll.