Stupid cut scene

I was playing a first-person shooter,
I’ll withhold the name of the game.
The story line is fruitless,
and the writing is quite lame.

There was a certain scene that annoyed me,
because it seems to last forever.
Rescuing hostages from terrorists is great,
but will this cut scene end – never.

We’d just fought our way into the building,
having slaughtered our enemy with grenades.
I just spam my right bumper for hours,
no need for stealthy raids.

Also managed to land a couple dutty headshots,
wrecking scrubs by the dozen.
Sometimes I hack them up with shovels,
so their death isn’t as sudden.

I love playing the same mission,
because there’s so many enemies to fight.
Dismembering limbs with a shotgun,
is one hell of a wonderful sight.

But when we get to that one room,
where all the hostages are kept,
I always remember to keep some C4 or explosives,
to keep myself readily prepped.

The cut scene never ends,
when I think it’s over – there’s more.
So instead I drop a grenade in there,
and gently close the door.

When I hear that massive bang,
I fail the mission with a smile.
I've just killed about fifty Russians,
What's a few more bodies on the pile?

And at least I avoided that fucking movie,
I don't care that the people in there are safe.
I just want to spam that trigger,
and commence the explosion strafe.

They were all tied to chairs anyway,
and their mouths are covered with tape.
So when that meaty 'boom' goes off,
I don't understand the ear-rape.

They somehow manage to scream in terror,
getting upset about the shrapnel and bang.
They can shut the f**k up complaining though,
suck on my flaccid wang.

If they were a little bit smarter I thought,
they wouldn't have gotten caught.
I suppose I've got them to thank in the end though,
for the destruction and carnage I wrought.

But then I have this recurring dream,
that I'm the one tied in the chair.
I think about seeing my family again,
and getting out of there.

Then suddenly some f**khead bursts in,
and chucks in a filthy frag.
But I can't seem to scream about it,
'cause in my mouth there's a rag.

So even in my dreams I'm considerate,
to shut up and stop complaining.
It's only a little grenade,
and this silence needs maintaining.