Recruiting Takes Place In Peoples    
 Yards, Or Outside Stores, Or With A  Bit 
        Of Violence And Trickery.         
                                          
 Throw  The  Fourleggers   Into   A  Van. 
 Decode Them.  Sort Them  By  Species And 
                  Taste.                  
                                          
 Decorate  The  Dog,  Decorate  The  Dogs 
 Mind,  Upsize  The Paws,  Or  The  Whole 
   Creature, Frame A Burroughs Portrait,  
 Sing A Tune About  Being Brought To Your 
 Roads  End And Reborn As Something Else. 
                                          
 You    Can'T   Go    The    Same    Way, 
  Unfortunately, Though Another Path Is   
 Open. A Grimier, Grainier, More  Painful 
 Approach. Hopefully Bliss Is At The  End 
 Of  It,  But  I Don'T Know.  Might  Just 
 Ruin   You.  Will  Probably  Ruin   You.