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.