Swill Child

Phillip fills his fists with crisps
his lips shift, nibbling, dribbling spit
risk it, win big. In his plight, find bliss.


Phillip drinks milk with wild thirst
spilling it, dipping his chin in his dish
insipid piggish cringing dimwit.


Phillip is pissing in his crib
stinking, sticking in his dirt, licking it
I think it, insisting: kill him.


Phillip is whinging, writhing
indistinct hissing lisps, childish
visit rigid kicks, infirm git writhing


This is it, bitch.