Milo Minderbinder, III

Oh, you’re a club-tie glad-hand social climber If e'er there were one, Milo Minderbinder A meticulous craft, your quest for domination Your smile so bowed, so proud of your lofty station Your well-known carnival of carnal knowledge A cornucopia of knowing carnage The next home remodel, a newer, younger model stole into your wine cellar, then uncorked the bottle The old ball and chain got chained, and bald, and old From divorce, then cancer, then down the six foot hole. But none will sue when you’re under your newest Nun God’s Son knew, nothing new under the sun Skipping blithely through fortune’s emerald fields Shh! Do you hear karma at your heels? 5/30/16 © Thomas W. Quigley Revised 10/1/24 "Modern Sonnet"--couplet rhymes, loose with the metric feet