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.