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.