I love rock 'n roll

Four bimbos are seated around an elevated table in the middle of a bar.
There's a jukebox in the corner and they would like to dance to I love rock 'n roll by Joan Jett.
Someone has to get off the pedestal, walk up to the jukebox and put a coin in.

3 point at 1 (fuelled by either inferiority complex or delusions of grandeur), saying "you have to do it!"
The 1 says "why me?" (fuelled by either inferiority complex or delusions of grandeur).
Briefly the notion of going together is mentioned, but quickly discarded as being preposterous.

The result is that they don't get to dance, because none can find it within themselves to stand up and go put a coin in.
The jukebox eventually turns to dust.

Woah, that's deep, man!

Nice. I can hear the bongo accompaniment in my head when I read it.

Extremely profound, yes.
And then to think that I boggled it, blindfolded, using braille boggle sets, whilst footpainting two impressionist masterpieces and balancing a lawn chair on my forehead simultaneously.
One needs to devise ways to keep one's self entertained you see.