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.