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.