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.