Working-Class Blues

I wanted to find some interesting styles of poetry for 2022. Metered poetry has always been a challenge for me. I discovered I subconsciously avoided the challenge of dabbling in this particular writing pattern. This year I decided to spread my wings and fly into the face of the storm. I stumbled across the Aquarian by accident and thought it might be interesting to play with this metered style during the last part of January and the entire month of February. This one I will call Working-Class Blues.

I am discovering this style of poetry is harder than it first appeared. You only have to develop fourteen syllables for each stanza, but sometimes you want to write more. Plus, I find the constant counting of the syllables distracting. I also have to fight the urge to create rhythms. These short poems have gotten darker, and I am not sure why. Maybe it’s caused by the dark winter or all the conflicting messages we get these days. I know for sure that sadness captured my attention during this dark winter.

About the Aquarian and Working-Class Blues

Maris Mazz created this metered style of poetry.

Each stanza has lines of 2/4/6/2 syllables. They can have any number of stanzas creating multiples of 4 lines. They aren’t supposed to rhythm at all.

Working-Class Blues 

We are
The people who
Farm your food and build your
New cars

We are
The people who
Fix things that get broken
By you

We are
The people who
Implement ideas
You dream

We are
The people who
Drive the trucks and but food
On your

Tables
Stocked with the food 
We can’t afford to eat
Because

You don’t
Pay a living
Wage, you think the little
Guy is

Stupid 
Expendable
Ignorant about what’s
Happening

As if
We were blind and
Uneducated fools
Walking



Through life
With our eyes closed
The unwashed dirty horde
Content

With the
Crumbs tossed from your
Banquet table of greed
And lies

We are
The people
Who see beyond the game
Of masks

And shots
Forced upon the
Already effected
Because



We are 
The people who
Stand on ground zero in
This war

We are 
The people who
Worked without a
Safety net when others
Stayed home

We are
The people
Who didn’t cower in fear
Last year

I think
We should all stay
At home and call it a 
Working


Class strike
Free from all work
Collect unemployment
And give

Them the
Keys to your truck
And shout a loud good luck
As they

Roll down 
The road toward
The freeway onramp and
Laugh loud

Because
You know what waits
For them just a few miles
Ahead

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

2 thoughts on “Working-Class Blues

  1. I’m just discovering poetry so everything seems fascinating and novel to me. I honestly hope to learn and write poetry this well someday. Thanks for the post.

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