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.