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.