All Hands on the Dance Floor

All hands on the dance floor

The dinosaurs

Are here

They’re looking for a good time

Not a long time

Not like a long time ago
When they thought they had time

Before the meteor struck them down

At what would have been

The birth of music

Coming from a place

Near a volcano

That none of them could locate

Disco was mixed in with the lava

And the Era’s greatest lizards

Were found negotiating

With their scaled forms

Trying to suss out

The rhythm and beat

While little balls of flame

Skittered past them

Towards extinction generation

But enough about

How things ended

Let’s talk about what begins

Tonight

In the middle of a thump

When the doors open

And the DJ welcomes in

The greatest cultural icons

That came before there was culture

The TRex-- Iconic

The Triceratops -- Style Grabber

The Pterodactyl -- Legendary

And don’t even get me started
On the Brontosaurus

Everything that was is is

And everything that used to be

Is what’s happening now

And that, in and of itself,

Is a new way of saying

Something new

About something old

The dance floor has been fortified

To handle the enormous feet

Of our honored guests

Let them pound and stomp

To their heart’s desire

Nobody shall tell them ‘No’

We, ourselves, wait on the dance floor

To see if they feel like eating

And if they do

Would they like to eat us?

Yes, we are prepared

To go to our Maker

If going there

In such a fabulous way
Is available to us

We hope they tear us limb from limb

And our blood is spilled

Here on the floor of dance

Where so many

Have found life

We’ve put on our best outfits

Spritzed our best fragrances

Coiffed our hair

Within reach of the sky

Our parents don’t know where we are

Our families have disowned us

Our friends are here beside us

Hoping with the same hope we have

Dreaming with the same dreams

We’ve dreamt but never spoken of

We want to lay down

And be totally at peace

When the music gets so loud

Our ears shut off

And only our hearts

Can feel the grip

Of dino-incisors

But we don’t want them

To step on us

We don’t want to be crushed

We want to be ingested

Digested

Processed

And turned into

A part of the past

A part thought lost

But found

This is the only real vintage

This is the only true retro

This is where we become

History and historical

All at once

By doing nothing

But acting selflessly

For the first time

In our lives

And we are prepared

To wind up in the literal

Belly of the beast

Hoping that after it consumes us

We will continue to dance

Through it

Within it

Until the next great bang

Wipes it all out

Again