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.