Way past midnight and I’m still posting bids,
Doing my best to get writing gigs.
In the freelance life there’s no fair competition,
Only an elite few who have utter domination,
Curse when they bid on the same jobs as you,
And if they were first your chances are few.
I wish I knew what they wrote on their proposals,
Because their bids succeed mine sent to the disposal.
But that doesn’t trump when I don’t get paid,
“ just wait two days” that’s what one had said,
But then he disappeared and shut his account,
And the bundles I’d spent! Such a colossal amount!
But that’s just a small tumble I’m not down for the count,
If freelancing is a horse tomorrow I’m back on the mount,
Me and my invisible bosses,
Both of us wondering whose details are hoaxes.
Anyway I have to stop a new job’s been posted,
And it’s perfect for me I won’t even get my CV distorted,
Come on! I mean, its pay is to coveted,
And its long term! Just what I’ve always wanted.
What’s this? Some cheapskates have posted before me?
Their rates are ridiculous! They’re practically working for free!
Anyway I’m confident I must get this one,
It’s been a dry week me I deserve a good run.