Flawed genius is ever od'ous our 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 the actual 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 must needs be just with balance and sieve.
