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.