You've words with scent of revolution,
Bound to upset the landlording class,
You ask whose soil is it
Feeds both ape and grass?
You wonder if humanity's near nephew
Chimpanzee has the better deed
When without a piece of paper
She claims the place she needs;
And lowly grass defiant
Of the eviction notice page
Creeps back between the cement's cracks
To rock the present age.

Bring your filthiest paeans to earth as the common inheritance, sling those words, and thereby vie for one of three prizes: $50, $30, and $15.

Refreshments provided.