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.