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.