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.