An open meadow, green and thick
Makes every shepherd wild
To gather his whole wooly flock
And graze the free land mild.
But where one herdsman tarries
The land will soon be full
Of other shepherds gathered
To deplore the price of wool.
And soon they bring their flocks and kin
To reap each blade, leaf, root and feather
And gather up to drink rum
And to predict the weather.
And once the lea has been stripped bare
And no-one's left for thanking,
The flock is left to starve or
Follow graziers into banking.
The tragedy's a common one,
Cultivated from these roots:
Too many open ovine mouths
Near surplus farmers' boots.
COMMONS, n. A pastoral resource held collectively in trust by the parents of malthusian libertarians.
"How do you divvy up a pasture fairly?"
"A really big bulldozer?"
"A commons denominator."
"Haven't you already cause enough trouble tonight?"
Commons - The place everyone goes to complain about the crowds.
I saw an old episode of Gunsmoke where Festus explained banking by saying a person puts in $1000 and the bank loans it and they put it in his bank so he then has $2000 and he loans that $2000 and they deposit it and so the bank has $4000 on paper based on the actual $1000 cash.
``If they would rather die,'' said Scrooge, ``they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population..." and leave the commons to the rest of us.
Oh poop. I can't believe I missed FIDELITY yesterday. That would be so much fun. Not fidelity itself of course, but defining it.
Good job today. Could you just once do a lousy job so that I could complain more? I just love to complain.
Commons: muliple ordinarinesses.
COMMONS n. gathering areas, sometimes also called town square or maul, uhm, mall.
A creative license that allows people to use your words as is, with attribution, or not so much, whatever strikes your fancy.
You have farm land you'd like to have preserved for future generations of dogs who like to go on long walks? Or has the odor of whatever has collected on my farmer's boots invaded the depths of my nostrils?
Move along please, nothing to see here ... Live to die another day.
Dusting off your golden propellor beanie, Amoeba?
Right you are, Poobah! Now shhhhhhh.
Jim, it's a lucky thing survival of the fittest is portable.
Tom, I hadn't realized Festus was an economist. Although he looked like one.
Nessa, Scrooge McDuck, moral philosopher?
Good definition, TLP. I'd be glad to do a miserable job if you'd promise to complain about it.
Maul after mall, Quilly, you get there.
Learning is not recommended on this site, A-bell.
Yeah, Coop. I've wondered about that. People sure like to put the link up, though.
Breathe deep, Sauerkraut. That's the cure.
Grim, aren't you supposed to talk in all caps?
Thanks, Weirsdo. Cogency is usually an accident, in my case.
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