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.