Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

His mind revs wildly, failing to engage
Trump never formulates ideas, as such
his fan-base resonates to seething rage
but fails to see their man's burnt out his clutch.
Reluctant to acknowledge their mistake
believing what's disproven by their ears
his ranting never quite a sentence make
his "policy" is less than it appears.
On such a blank, they're eager to project
the virtues the Obamas wore so well.
The candidate the Kremlin helped elect
now gropes through meetings by his sense of smell.
The oldest president we've ever had
still hopes the world won't notice he's half mad.