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.