Group-Splitting

I tore up terrorists in the paper,

I felt disgust at my own righteous rage,

My old line--rad, elite--was lost vapor,

What was I to think?  How to turn the page?


A scoundrel's last refuge?  Moderation,

In the event, that was how my thoughts turned, 

I liked the mainstream of my own nation,

What I sought, they had already learned.


All the disputes of the libs, cons, and mods,

That I'd thought dumb from my radical height,

I would now embrace these camps and their gods!

Forgo turning dull day to starlit night.


I never could write my moderate book,

I'm glad that I gave the center a look.


[Part II]




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