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.