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.