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.