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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