Scoring

My smile is sunny
You look at me funny
My cameras see you
Other people's too

You know my bots can see you
Clearly peel back layers of intent —
That disgust will cost you dearly.
My agentic lawyers, botcoins spent

Yours see, others agree
Your eyes widen, as you realise
You look away, too late, we see
Your spent hate seals your fate.

Our agents, millisecond negotiate
And I come out a hundred fold more wealthy:
Micro-hate, they say
Wallets unhealthy make.

And so our days unfold, each tic a legal mire
Until a day untold, all legal credits expire.

Expunged from society, we become
Fired
From Life, From Hope. Unfulfilled
Tired.

For now, I am a winner. Still
I avert my gaze
She'll see I think she's hot
My heart beats to beat my brain haze
That feels maybe, I've got a shot

I jostle someone — Agentic lawyers deal.
She's gone. Credits drained.

I've only lost the lot.