No Barriers To Progress.
A thought entered Donald’s fine entrepreneurial mind,
‘Why can’t the underdeveloped wilds of Utah be mined?’
Some like-minded friends took interest in what was spoken;
Who cares if a few old treaties or ancient artifacts get broken?
You know the drill,
They dragged out the rig;
Went from mountain to molehill
In one fruitless dig
Once every last inch has been turned over and no pay dirt found
Trust Donald to find these pitiful piles of dirt ARE holy ground,
Now he says ‘We’re leaving you, your land, and the mess.’
Is there no end to big Chief Donald’s largesse?