This is a fine example of why I struggle with some popular forms of escapism.
It also helps to explain why I don't write love songs very often. If I was to write love things they would suffer as shown in the following example:
I would do anything, anything, for you, I love you so much.
I should note I wouldn't hurt puppies for you. Well, perhaps a tiny bit, but I can't imagine why puppies would ever come into it.
Or compromise my principles too much (no, I'm not sure quite how much that would be, but your chances of getting me into a homophobic church are excessively slim).
And I wouldn't endanger the environment in any material way.
Oh crap, my scansion has gone to hell, no wonder I'm so miserable.