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.