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.