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.