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.