Where’er I see an empty expanse,
I think, “I can fix it, of course.”
Whether near water, or under sand,
I picture oil rigs. Or a golf course.
Some say land has better uses —
“nat-ur-al hab-i-tat” crap.
So very SAD. Losers excuses.
“Saving the planet.” Who gives a rap?
Bigly hotels, casinos, resorts,
slathered in “gold" to cover the warts.
I grab. I take. I make stuff useful.
TRUMP out in front makes all things beautiful.
