pretty dancers with silky voices,

actor-chicks with roughened tones.

they stand so tall

(they fall so hard)

that none might knock them

from pedestals of arrogance.

cuts!

snip go the scissors,

out go the old,

in come the fresh crop,

the next audition group.

a mob of the young

pulled by desperate strings

and who of us will want it

when we know what it will take?