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.