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.