The bickering cow

She checks, spies, happy.
Happy to think she owns me,
Trying to destroy.

Dutiful idiot,
She reports to a sad boss
All about my life.

I’m a freelancer
Promoting my work and sweat,
Talking about me.

Results were hard work.
Though she claims I can’t use them.
We got them, not you.

But did they? Did she?
Don’t clients want the expert
Instead of the brand?

Our brand, our clients,
She says. Don’t use case studies.
Is it really fair?

Maybe I scare her.
Me, the freelancer, that’s sweet.
Poor bickering cow.

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