The artist from Waikiki …

January 25th, 2012

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.

From the Waikiki Democrat:


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.”


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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