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.