Benton sits and sits, forever waiting. What is Benton waiting for? Only God knows.
Benton is a perpetual sitter. With the glare of a madman he sits. Sits and sits. Benton is mad. His eyes fixed on nothing. His ass grows big from sitting continuously. Finally the truth comes out, Benton is waiting for his sweet love. What is her name? We don’t know, but Benton has a chair for her. That lucky gal! A chair just for her, just like Benton's. The chair is collecting dust. Where is Benton's sweetheart? We don’t know. Benton, Oh dear Benton. Benton has been waiting, sitting and waiting, waiting for his love. Benton's knees have locked from sitting so long. Benton needs to pee. Thus his stare?
No. Benton does not grow weary. He knows she will come. You will come will you not? Please come, for Benton's sake. Oh poor Benton!
Sorry Benton. She will never arrive will she? The chair will remain empty, continually collecting dust. Why won't she come? She does not know about your sorry existence. Benton did you forget to call her or is she a figment of your fatigued imagination? Benton is mad. Benton has no sweetheart. But Benton has a chair. Benton sits. Sits and sits forever waiting. What is Benton waiting for?
Only God knows.