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.