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.