No-one’s coming to Save You

It’s all very transactional
I’ll give you sex
If you give me security
No mention of love

And there are some who might say
It’s all about power
And historical imbalances
No mention of pillow talk

And they speak of money
Of opportunities and pay gaps
And who gets the house
And who gets the kids

And trades are made through lawyers
Who always get paid their share?
One way or another
And it’s all very quid pro quo

And it’s all so terribly transactional
Like the labour market
And the growers’ market
Like the meat market

And nobody gets anything for nothing
Some parts patriarchal
Others matriarchal
Who wears the pants in your house?

And whatever happened to the ‘home’?
And why are the kids so fucked up?