Let’s remember me for the championships I led
and not the evidence I concealed from cops,
for the morals instilled in all my boys
and not the coaches refuged from justice.

Remember a city still worships me
unparalleled by even the Vatican,
and every child’s desire to kiss my staff
remains after kissing the coach’s rod.

Let’s remember me for my victories
and not my crimes against humanity.

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