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.