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.