Pork Shoulder
sugar brown and onion powder
garlic, cumin make it louder
smoked paprika, kosher salt
pepper red, too hot? my fault
rub it down into the meat
overnight the flavors seep
throw it in the smoker early
fragrant wisps all white and curly
swirling round that butt for hours
magical transforming powers
gloriously crunchy, dark
the delicious outer bark
when it’s done, out slides the bone
time to eat! you’re on your own…
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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