puppetry

Bob Mercer stays in shadows, when he can
preferring that we see another's face
behind Trump lurks this humble, evil man
whose machinations handed him the race.
"Conspiracy!" as Clinton diagnosed
describes his venture, and it's duly vast.
But Mercer's too discreet to ever boast
and if he laughs, is 'cause he's sure he's last.
Steve Bannon interfaced between the twain
and stoked each ego, keeping them apart.
As soon as he'd cast off the Cruz campaign,
he trimmed his sails and took this putz to heart.
Competing masters tug the dummy's strings.
We'll know their names when Mueller's witness sings.