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.