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.