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.