Social progress is in hot water. Talk
of art goes for cheap and too far in other directions.

Finalists quit general practice — their art converts to cottage ministries  
with little or no honor system.

Nothing much about jazz dance, for one - it’s almost curtains
for the prom fitting, a horrible hot mess.  
The shortest path ignited by havoc,
overworked and exhausted ex-employees.  But crowning the present,
Thin dancers are perpetual winners I guess.  
I wager at least we scarf their uneaten take-out on the table. Slashed 40%!