If this first half of 2020 could be submitted to poetry, how might that verse look?

Virus strikes blindly
Awakens well thought anger
Summer on the land

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’d like a Re-do.

Fuck fuckity fuckity fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck
Fuck fuckity fuck
Fuck fuckity fuck
Fuck fuckity fuckity fuck

The doomsayers now get to gloat
The walk towards the end has begun
We’re all stuck in the same boat
Six more months left under the sun
The people could not sit tight
Or resist the imp of the perverse
Turns out the Mayans were right
They just got their damn digits reversed

Soleimani’s in the ground
Aussie forests can’t be found
Virus sweeps across the nations
More bad news: it’s radiation
Murder hornets rule the skies
Cops kill more black gals and guys

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
2020 fucks you with a rake.

I like Karl Shapiro’s poem: called Auto Wreck

https://www.encyclopedia.com/arts/educational-magazines/auto-wreck#B

Working on it.
What rhymes with “Who just fucked me in the ass?”

We
Are
Doomed

W.B. Yeats
The Second Coming
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43290/the-second-coming

There was an old man from Nantucket

Who kept all of his fears in a bucket

The bucket wore thin

T’was made of cheap tin

He finally just had to say,“Fuck it!”

Lucillelucillelucille

I wept at most of these, you people are so talented :D

Wear a mask
No
Wear a mask
No

But you coughed
So
But you coughed
So

Anon

Kinda fun, kinda sad, kinda weird,
Got me skeered.
Stay home, bake bread,
paint the dining room instead.
Keep your distance, cover your face,
Sleep late, end the rat race!
One day we’ll look back
and wish for this time back,
Time with family, safe at home,
slower life, no trip to Rome,
No trip anywhere,
except the store
Saving my vacation time,
but such a bore.
Getting restless, getting antsy,
wanna take a trip,
nothing fancy.
Staying healthy, staying well,
It’s been a weird year.
Can’t you tell?

My attempt at poetry:

Hourly blared the alarms from the black box in our living rooms
Doors closed and locked tight spells doom and gloom
No more freedom to visit in sight.

Hidden strangers behind a mask
Creatures in hazmat suits fight
Just like they did in the past.

Numbers die but many set right.
Hope reigns supreme during our task.
Hold tight

The dreams that we cast.
For in short time might
and strength will last.

Changed we are this June
Never the same is now our tune.
Thankful of the life of our Sun and moon.