My friends have forsaken me
For I've bested them once again
I could go easy, but in Scrabble
I always play to win
They have conceded the crown to me
But there's a frown on my face
For without other players to beat
What even is first place?
Luckily, I can match with strangers
Like a more wholesome Tinder
Now I play with people like
Holly R. Helena P. and another
But alas, it quickly is apparent
My newfound friends are apparitions
For these robots make their plays
With zero apprehensions
Holly R. was my first new friend
I really liked playing with her
'till I realized what she was
Too quick and too clever
Helena P. was pretty bad
But not for the right reasons
She avoided double word scores
As though points were treason
There were many others too
All with top baby names
All with too pretty smiles
And all puppets in my petty games
I wish my friends were better
Or even that I was worse
For though I play to win
These bots are a curse
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