Dear President Biden! You're The Best. Please Stand Your Ground Poem by Ripuree Rip

I wrote this poem decades ago, in response to loved ones questioning whether I had ambition, since the jobs I chose, they believed were too menial for me. I have edited it many times to fit different situations, the same way Elton John edited his Candle in the wind song first written for Marilyn Monroe, to fit Princess Di. However, with expansion that is 'Biden specific' I've now given it two titles.

(New) Dear President Biden! Please Stand Your Ground
(Old) Just Don't Give Us 9-5

I disagree that president Biden is too senile and feeble
To continue being the great president he is
After all, he wouldn't be the first 'president in name only'
With capable others, leading from behind

When Reagan suffered from alzheimer others secretly stepped up
When Cabinet members saw that Trump was dangerous and evil
They remained to prevent the worst from happening -they claimed
Yet Biden still knows what to do, and how to do it effectively and honestly
Even if not with zestful oration as before

And he won't prefer dictators like Putin, over his own generals
He won't steal secret documents and refuse to return them when asked
He won't incite an insurrection then declare he'll release from prison
Convicted felons (like himself) , now serving time

And if another pandemic arises, and he finds that black and brown workers are most prone to get it and die
He won't order their return to work, without also ordering improved working conditions
To save the thousands who contracted it at work
Then took it to dependents at home also
While comfortably positioned blacks BINO's for Trump,
Are now telling blacks, that only Trump can fix their plight.

Just Don't Give Us 9-5

I protest that we're lazy
When it's our Art that adorns your walls.
While our thoughts you call philosophy
And our music thrills your hearts.

I propose that we move to different drum beats
Which might not be your speed
We need time to examine multiple options
Not just the Kardashians' or Jones'

We won't fill every waking moment trying to look busy
But that doesn't mean we don't go above and beyond
Our imagination is constantly active in search of solutions
In what you may perceive as slacking off.

We find nine-to-five very restrictive
We know that creativity shouldn't be constrained.
We'll go the extra mile without requisition
Then relax at down-times, with no excuses or pretense.

We're not crisis and chaos addicted
We work to prevent problems before they start.
We won't watch it get broken then rush-in to fix it,
We reinforce it, to prevent the break.

We're behind-the-scenes independent thinkers
Who don't just do the right thing, when it's no longer the best
And we still excell, even when faced with a non-preference
While still being underappreciated and underpaid

We're the Cab Driver who takes the shortest route possible
Who seeks no opportunity to overcharge.
The housekeeper who ensures your house is nice to return to
With gleaming surfaces, that won't smudge on first touch.

We're the store clerk who stock products to ensure your safety
Yet still keep things in your sight and reach.
And responds with a smile when asked for the tenth time
For items so conspicuously displayed.

We're the Chef who fixes meals to satisfy eyes, health and body
Knowing beforehand, he'll never see your face.
We're everyone who consistently give the best, regardless of recognition
While getting better, with time and age.

Most of us at one time nonetheless
Had our sanity questioned and efforts undermined.
Yet today many appreciate the quiet reflections of predecessors
Who compiled the Bible, Buddhist sutras, the Koran, etc.
That needed long reflection and sitting-still.

Creative periods may come when it's least convenient
Like when we're on the toilet seat.
So we cannot blindly follow conventions
Out of fear to not rock boats.

We may be in public when an idea hit us
So we smile or laugh, to the surprise of strangers around
Because from unknown places, we were receiving downloads
Akin to what others call, inspirations from above

It's your right and business to think we have no discipline
Nor persevere in some of what we pursue
Or that we're rolling stones without potential
To gather moss from life's travails.

But why should one gather moss anyway
When new insights may flip old scripts?
Is it fixed for what is a healthy acquisition
As in a Closed Cannon, never to be changed?

Would you've put in the many focused hours
To research and write a book?
Or labored for years without a penny
To bring out the vision in your mind?

Could you do without your car or computer
Your television or telephone?
Do you realize those came from the minds of creatives
In stillness that might've looked like daydreams?

And what about the Pyramids
China's Great Walls, the Eiffel Tower and Airplanes.
Those were first ridiculed as Godless contraptions
Yet even Christians wouldn't live without them today.

You'll get rich staying busy and climbing the social ladder
If you're an unhappy surgeon wanting to sew clothes.
But satisfaction from your designs being greatly appreciated
Will ooze health and happiness, from your soul.

So worry not if you're the hardest working stagehand
Or personal assistant to a big screen star.
Whose name precedes movies and adorn Marquees
Yet the credits never mentions your name.

Worry not if you're an honest broker politician
Who honorably served your country with dignity and truth
From Senator, to VP, to President who saved us from a con man
But you're now being compared, to a pathological lying felon
Deemed as more presidential than you

And what if you're no longer as sprightly
Didn't Roosevelt serve while fully paralyzed from waist down?
And was his effectiveness ever debated or negated
Copied and pasted as headlines,
As is now being done to you? NO!

Mr President, we bottom level essential workers
As garbage collectors, nannies, Nursing Assistants and more
Never get acknowledged and rewarded for our important contributions
That healthily sustains those at the top who think we're lazy and inept too
So why not from the top Mr. President, ignore your subordinates and still shine?

As for me, I'll never again give airtime to those who
wonder if I'm hopeless, ambitionless and lazy!
Because I won't conform to Nine To Five
And the financial success that has escaped me
They see as proof of a lost cause
I've opened my eyes and seen that
I love what I do, and do what I love -with ease!

My beloved president Biden I again implore you
To trust your gut about who you know you are
You were right when you confidently declared
That: I know I'm not a young man
I don't walk as easily as I used to
I don't speak as smoothly as I used to
I don't debate as well as I used to.

But I know what I know
I know how to tell the truth
I know right from wrong
I know how to do the job
I know how to get things done
And I know like many Americans know
When you get knocked down you get back up!

The fact that you took the time to ponder both sides
And state your strengths to people who can't appreciate
Your decency, honesty, love for country and wisdom
Means Sir, that you're more equipped to steer the country again from the catastrophe of a sociopathic, psychopathic malignant
conman
More than a million Judges, Congress persons and others
Who've abandon responsibility to do what is best for the nation and world democracy
Instead of being loyal sycophants and cult members to just One!