64. Under Pressure

Confound the pungent plumbing
Of this asthenic sink!
The water trickles ticklishly,
Tittle, tittle, plip,
Plip; behold
The grime does not wash away!
I should have not
Dried ribs today.
This man near me
I would sympathize, his washing for
Five minutes, were his faucet only
Half as feeble as mine.