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.