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.