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.