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.