Birthday Sex

All the way down 17th St. from Church to Harrison this morning there was a black sedan with all of its windows open riding along side me on my bike in traffic. The stereo was cranked and the chorus of the song that played was simply the words "Birthday Sex" being sung in a smoove and sexxy voice. I heard other words being sung in between the frequent explosions into the chorus, but have no idea what they were. It is something that I will enjoy pondering and perhaps, one day, finding out.