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.