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.