WTF 2020 -

In January we made plans for what we’d do this year

Travel!

Parties!

A promotion!

Merriment and cheer!

But soon thereafter life began to truly run aground

So there’s just one thing to sing as December rolls around:

What the actual fuck, 2020?

What the flippety flappety fuck?

At points we had a little hope

But then you slapped us and said, «Nope

Every day will fucking suck!»

So 2020, what the fuck?

«Just gotta get to New Year’s Eve!»

That’s cute, however

This might simply be how bad life is forever

Whoever’s writing this hellish rollercoaster plot

Could you stop?

You sadistic twisted crackpot!

What the actual fuck, 2020?

What the crap?

What the hell?

What the fuck?

So much bullshit that we hated

It seems almost calculated

This is more than just bad luck

So 2020, what the fuck?

Oh, hear the sleigh bells jingle

The magic makes you tingle

But it’s not safe to mingle

So you won’t meet Kris Kringle

All your single friends?

Still single!

What the actual fuck, 2020?

(What the fuck?)

What the ball-kicking, eye-gouging fuck?

Take figgy puddings if you’ve got 'em

And shove 'em up your bottom

Your sweet «fa la la la la"s

Stink as much as Santa Claus

You don’t even comprehend

How much we want this shit to end

So we can somehow climb out of this muck

2020, what the fuck?