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.