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.