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.