Od to Pork by Kevin Young Lyrics

I wouldn't be here
without you. Without you
I'd be umpteen
pounds lighter & a lot
less alive. You stuck
round my ribs even
when I treated you like a dog
dirty, I dare not eat.
I know you're the blues
because loving you
may kill me - but still you
rock me down slow
as hamhocks on the stove.
Anyway you come
fried, cured, burnt
to within one inch
of your life I love. Babe,
I revere your every
nickname - bacon, chitlin,
cracklin, sin.
Some call you murder,
shame's stepsister -
then dress you up
& declare you white
& healthy, but you always
come back, sauced to me.
Adam himself gave up a rib to see yours
piled pink beside him.
Your heaven is the only on
worth wanting -
you keep me all night
cursing your four-
letter name, the next
begging for you again.