Poetry Friday - The Guilt Museum

The Guilt MuseumYes, I've lived here in my guilt museum quite awhile,rocking endlessly in my mother's chair,surrounded by these little trophies of my past.Here, let me show you a vintage faux pas,Gaucherie 1956, bottled even before I had entered kindergarten.Or something in a classic 1959 mistake:the chrome still as dull as the day it came off the production line,the tires flat and dusty as a