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.