Brower brings the lyrics and leather

Rep. Tom Brower never disappoints when it comes to his lyrical performances. It all started in 2009…let’s take a trip down memory lane:

May 1, 2009 - “Untitled - Please bow your heads”
April 13, 2010 - “It’s Going Down”
February 15, 2011 – “Not in my House”
March 28, 2011 – “Info Brief your Ego”

This year, the Rapper turned Singer-Songwriter turned American Poet, best known to fans as the Tominator, again wowed his colleagues with a poetic invocation that created a smorgasbord of words about our favorite topic at the Hawaii House Blog, the Legislature.

His poem is a word play on the Order of the Day, which is a daily written agenda of measures being discussed during legislative session.(See lyrics below)

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