Pipes are choked with air and dust
Water trickles down the spout
Dropping its lazy drops
I slap the tap, block the spout,
Thrust my fore finger into its mouth
Then suddenly,
The water emerges angrily through the spout
Splashing on my face and blouse
I am late again.
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