I don't have much to say about Britain's exit from the EU. To me it looks like chaos and recession, but I have done so little research and know so little about international trade that I really don't know what to think. But I just want to talk about the word "Brexit" for a moment because it reminded me of a word I made up once upon a time for a poem when I was 14. Here is the poem: Radio's on with lot's of static There just might be a door ajar Smoothness of the road's erratic When we're driving in the Cargo's piled up to the ceiling Battle lines are set and crossed "Who cares one bit what sister's feeling?" Peace and love seem to be Lost again maneuvering exits Nausea threatens to prevail No longer hungry for good ol' MexIts My digestors start to Failure finding decent rest stops Angry murmur starts to build "Seat belts on! Here come the cops! Quick! Slow down! Or we'll be" Ki