4679,poem, poetry, reader , role playing game, rocket propelled grenade

RPG

let’s
RPG this
poem

the algorithm
summoning us
bringing us together
leading
you to me
with a purpose

imagine it,
this thing here,
rewiring your brain
fixing those circuits

expanding your consciousness
maximally until
it explodes out
your skull

turning you into
a player, sublime
role creator
true high-five ace
of a destiny shaper

feisty, and as deadly
as a rocket-propelled grenade

targeted at everything
smug and
confident, no idea
how horribly
armour – piercing
you are
have
become

zeroing in on
all you
now believe

you are so within your rights
to love to hate