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.