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.