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.