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.