Mr Benevolent

With a hug I collect your misery and from a handshake I drain your stress.

In a kiss I steal your guilt and with a caress I take your grief.

I am there when I’m wanted and then gone when I’m not.

Your thanks are not needed and your praise a waste of breath.

Your drab suburbs are my platter and your pain my nourishment.

Many names you call me but Mr Benevolent, my favourite.

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