Musical Chairs

It's as if I've been playing a twisted game
Of Musical Chairs
In which the competent players get ousted
And I am left in the company of
Those I deem "liabilities,"
A number soon to reduce itself
To one.
A cutthroat contest, I admit,
A sport to which I came underprepared;
Short on guile, gusto, and grit,
I let things happen as they may.
The outcome, as I've just described,
Bestows on me a tinplate trophy
And places me (last) in a bunk-style bed
Dealing out Solitaire