I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

I present to you The Donald J Trump Memorial Boondoggle

Ohhh. I came here to suggest the very same thing. Leave it derelict and tagged as fuck. A janky, scaffoldy blobby-concrete mess festooned with fetchy halfwit emoji in Walmart spray #31 blue is the exact monument we need.

Okay. Come back in a year and cover it in like spray-lexar or whatever; something that will give it a diamond-hard finish so we can power-wash the new seagull poop off and the tags and old poop will stay forever.

Well as you know, the government never has overruns or goes over budget.

I’d imagine the next administration would stop the contraction of it or better yet, change the name of it to be like “Pride Arch”.