Don’t write a book; my friends on either hand
Know more than I about my deepest views.
Van den Haag believes it’s simply grand
I’m a utilitarian. That’s news;
I didn’t know I was. Some libertairs
Can spot sheep’s clothing at a thousand yards.
I do not use right arguments (read ‘theirs’)
Nor cheer them loudly as they stack the cards.

Assuming your conclusions is a game
That two can play at. So’s a bomb or gun.
Preaching to the converted leads to fame
In narrow circles. I’ve found better fun
In search of something that might change a mind;
The stake’s my own — and yours if so inclined.