The artist from Waikiki …

January 25th, 2012
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State Rep. Tom Brower, in what is becoming a regular diversion, gave his unique twist Wednesday on the invocation that opens daily House floor sessions.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGvCZxST-l4

From the Waikiki Democrat:

INTRO:

Feeling high from the momentum of his fourth place finish at last year’s freshmen talent show, the artist from Waikiki, proving again he is more than a one hit wonder, brings the lyrics and leather, with a new compilation of free-verse poetry, entitled, “Rep. Brower Live: From the 3rd Floor to Your Backdoor.”

The featured composition is about a legislator who feels he cannot always be himself or say the sophisticated things he really wants to. This prose is entitled, “The Order of the Day.”

POEM:

Birth, death, love, hate,
Friendship, arrogance, respect, deceit:

I get used to the metamorphosis in every way.
Legislators need balance to survive the Order of the Day.

A public reception or private caucus meeting.
What’s really there and if I care, people aren’t always seeing.

Together we work, together we play.
None of us confuse the Order of the Day.

Read my book between the lines; you’ll know the real me better.
Disregard my public persona and talking points on the cover.

While courteous, what I think can be different from what I say.
Behind the scenes I’m on my knees to the Order of the Day.

Nodding yes, but inside disagreeing.
A survival skill, for or against. What’s my role? Is there real meaning?

Voters’ choices aren’t black and white — but sometimes gray
When I am the public servant to the Order of the Day.

A bond to common purpose, a loyalty on the surface.
Leaders, dissenters, republicans, democrats, the corruption from innocence.

A fondness of each other, at times, distrust of one another.

At some point, will God have me pay?
For becoming a political pawn to the Order of the Day

2 Responses to “The artist from Waikiki …”

  1. Goober:

    Don’t be a “Pinocchio”.


  2. Dr. Loose Goose:

    I do not like green eggs and ham.

    I do not like Tom’s verbal spam.

    I do not like it in the House.

    I do not like this Mickey Mouse.

    Get back to work and cut the pork.

    I do not like wack poets, dork!


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