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Road Trip

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"

   Killed a skunk (which was no flower)
And just our luck -- a traffic jam!
On KSL for half an hour
Then slowly, we're no longer

   Cramming in our last day riles
Zip wars, and "Mom, is it far?"
Found X, Y, Z, just 10 more miles
Til liberation from the CAR!

I was pretty proud of that poem, but when I showed it to members my family, their reaction was always the same:
 "What's a MexIt?"

"It's . . . a Mexican restaurant! What else would it be?"

I guess it could be a referendum if Mexico wants to leave NAFTA or something.

Anyway, looking at this poem reminded me that:
-My siblings and I fought a fair amount (my poor parents)
-We threw up in the car a lot (my poor parents)
-We took lots of road trips

in this.

But we were a lot better about wearing seat belts than this poem suggests. Poetic license and all. Just like MexIts.


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