Disaster strikes...

The disaster strikes me once more,
Will lead to anger and frustration galore,
Family, friends, colleagues and clients alike,
All will declare this as the third strike...

Accusations will fly all around the place,
Typical of the modern day's irrational pace...
Suggestions too will be varied and many,
Some sunny while others outright rainy...

Some will get emotional and wonder why don't I care,
While others will get their professional teeth bare...
It will be made clear to all that I cant really handle anything,
And that there is no point in even trying to give me a ring...

Mothers show their kids an example of what they shouldn't be,
Pity in the eyes of the suits and ties in the streets I can see,
As if suddenly I have become the unfriendly ghost,
Why not - after all my phone's charger has again been lost...