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.