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.