The Misanthrope Mash

Dance the hatred inside away.
Funk out, y'all, till the funk of failure fades.
Shoobie-doobie thru the self-disgusted Saturdays.
Shout 'Shamone' to shame and rage, malice, rancour, malaise.

I've tried lifting weights to become hardened to hate.
I've tried to meditate to be too floppy for hate.
But I find just for one night I feel alright when I throw shapes, 
like a groovy great pattern recognition ape.

Sweaty writhing masses are a bittersweet maze.
Here's misanthrope mash to march to, led astray by nuclear knaves,
as did Hamelinkinder zomboogie into Piper's cave.
Dino disco, human race were just the latest craze.

lalalallalalalalaallalalalalallalalalalalalallalaallalalallalalallalalall/
nananananannanannannanananannananannanananannannan!