{"id":4921,"date":"2014-08-17T12:27:29","date_gmt":"2014-08-17T12:27:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4921"},"modified":"2014-08-17T12:27:29","modified_gmt":"2014-08-17T12:27:29","slug":"member-that-time-bo-mcguire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2014\/08\/17\/member-that-time-bo-mcguire\/","title":{"rendered":"Member That Time || Bo McGuire"},"content":{"rendered":"

Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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you want to come over<\/p>\n

but can\u2019t decide if you are<\/p>\n

sub or dom<\/p>\n

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i do<\/p>\n

i ask you to turn thirteen cartwheels<\/p>\n

without splitting earth between two diamonds<\/p>\n

and while reciting a passage from the bible of your choosing<\/p>\n

and when you say you don\u2019t know the bible, i tell you anything from gone with the wind will do<\/p>\n

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i go limb-out for you, baby<\/p>\n

i go hard-sock-to-the-face for you, baby<\/p>\n

but you can\u2019t decide where to poem cause you want to bed it, and i say any place but the bed,<\/p>\n

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i tell you the bed is only for putting google glass on, followed by downloading sex with glass,<\/em> followed by watching how good you close-up look while giving head<\/p>\n

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that\u2019s when you walk the microwave all night complaining about how it heats the poem so unheavenly so<\/p>\n

fuck it so<\/p>\n

son of a bitch<\/p>\n

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this is when i go get the gun<\/p>\n

this is when you decide to sub \/ you force me into it, and i have to say<\/p>\n

there\u2019s something about the feeling of sleeping with my gun<\/p>\n

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what you gonna do?<\/p>\n

i will motherfucking kill you<\/p>\n

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___________________<\/p>\n

Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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i motherfucking kill you<\/p>\n

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i do<\/p>\n

i\u2019ve got to tell you just because you can sing higher<\/p>\n

doesn\u2019t mean you hold every empty heart heat up inside<\/p>\n

the coarse of your wild throat call<\/p>\n

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that\u2019s what it\u2019s like to perform for you in the rafters of the moon\u2019s highest bitter, baby<\/p>\n

do not bring your bidding here \/ i say it like a slap in the dick\u2014<\/p>\n

a wheel i spin you into and drop you down thirteen floors\u2014<\/p>\n

heart soar<\/p>\n

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___________________<\/p>\n

Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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we live in high cotton<\/p>\n

eating less fortunate heart sores<\/p>\n

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i do<\/p>\n

you come in and say, let\u2019s go smoke, baby<\/em><\/p>\n

and i say, how can we smoke the world with the world inside our throats<\/em><\/p>\n

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you say meth<\/em>, in that old abandoned blue astro mini van my daddy left before he went spinning<\/p>\n

all yonder rooms of the moon<\/p>\n

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i can tell you<\/p>\n

leaving home is the hardest thing i ever hit in the face\u2014<\/p>\n

those fertile fields are never far away through the droughts of dreams not forbidden but not encouraged<\/p>\n

but listen, i don\u2019t want you to get discouraged<\/p>\n

baby<\/p>\n

i have to tell you what is true<\/p>\n

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nothing will save the children unless the children same themselves<\/p>\n

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____________________<\/p>\n

Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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we are children saving ourselves<\/p>\n

up against garage door late night wants<\/p>\n

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i do<\/p>\n

mouth to where heaven singes your body odor\u2014filth is what causes maggot riot<\/p>\n

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i\u2019m not a gypsy, i\u2019m not mad<\/p>\n

i just want to get away running from things that will get bad if i stay<\/p>\n

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can\u2019t you comprehend<\/p>\n

the end of rope like the end of snake mouth\u2014<\/p>\n

poem like the one you use sometimes<\/p>\n

you do hit the mark of my heart, baby,<\/p>\n

but let\u2019s be honest<\/p>\n

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i need you to march\u2014i need a soldier, followed by a daddy, followed by levon helm at any age<\/p>\n

and you and you and you and you and your son and you and you and dolly parton<\/p>\n

and you are the poem i bend into<\/p>\n

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i need you to log into me<\/p>\n

signing you in \/you are not signing in fast enough<\/p>\n

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Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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you signed it but not fast enough \/ slow server of my desires<\/p>\n

i\u2019m sorry, baby,<\/p>\n

i do<\/p>\n

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i\u2019m not sorry<\/p>\n

i want someone who can suck the skin off<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t know what else to tell you. i don\u2019t know how to count<\/p>\n

all the reasons why you are a sin magnet and i am more like moon<\/p>\n

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god\u2019s not sorry about it.<\/p>\n

why should i be<\/p>\n

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if you won\u2019t believe me, fill up your chariot \/drown one man\u2019s absence with the sweat of 27 others<\/p>\n

and leave\u2014ask god what he thinks<\/p>\n

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don\u2019t come back without your ass on fire<\/p>\n

don\u2019t come back until you can\u2019t remember the smell of my name<\/p>\n

against your neck nape<\/p>\n

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___________________<\/p>\n

Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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you come back to life with a dick in the face<\/p>\n

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i do<\/p>\n

you can\u2019t remember my name, so you start to call me shug\u2014<\/p>\n

that woman who lives in two trailers with a bridge between them, that woman who may<\/p>\n

or may not have murdered her husband swept under the rug of good god let me get out of this one<\/p>\n

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no one knows what they want after they witness their first death so<\/p>\n

you have to give them what they don\u2019t know they want so<\/p>\n

son of a bitch<\/p>\n

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i don\u2019t know i want to fuck on the toilet until the lid shatters \/ moaning pieces<\/p>\n

ain\u2019t easy to replace\u2014makes me want to take away your gun hip \/ send you into battle<\/p>\n

to miss lots of boys today or any other gunday wilderness<\/p>\n

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i know what you want to do to me but don\u2019t you dare whisper<\/p>\n

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scream at me. don\u2019t you<\/p>\n

want a lifteime\u2019s worth of annoying. tell me the first time we sight fire<\/p>\n

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don\u2019t be sorry for the smoke when you\u2019re not sorry<\/p>\n

for the storm<\/p>\n

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i eat not to destroy but to create<\/p>\n

tonight<\/p>\n

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____________________<\/p>\n

Member That Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

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i am jealous of you being god\u2019s platform, so i kill myself with all the diet coke i can muster<\/p>\n

i do<\/p>\n

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bless my heart, i don\u2019t know there are razors scissoring through my gone gums while i shake<\/p>\n

my graveyard ass waiting for you to show up a ghost<\/p>\n

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you take twenty paces east, i\u2019ll take twenty paces west and find out where the ghost lands<\/p>\n

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i bet you it will be south of the crossroads of our spit \/ the worst any of us could do<\/p>\n

is leave\u2014as above, so below. i don\u2019t know how i\u2019m gonna go, baby,<\/p>\n

they will have to drag me from this ditch like a doorknob bitch just like every other hurray<\/p>\n

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hand me the hand mirror of your killer\u2014when i hug him i\u2019ll call him<\/p>\n

bad, he will<\/p>\n

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Member This Time<\/p>\n

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i do<\/p>\n

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