Flawed genius is ever our od'ous fact,
so much we abhor sans grace-giving tact.
Oh those figures, their image our envy,
but for deeds they've done--by each and every.
Lance his wins, in spite his half-hooded man,
final denial's failure--False! Now banned.
Wilt in his day, his tall staff was his stilt,
could scarce decline a horizontal tilt.
Billy boy too his loins bowled him over,
playing as dogs do--ever the rover.
Heidegger would be great, ideas to note,
but for apology? we miss his quote.
Accept the highs, must we low parts forgive.
We needs cut bad from good, with a just sieve.
