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.