LAUGHTER: Scorn Or Joy

What was meant for scorn
I mistook for joy
The setting adorned
Was meant to annoy

Pointed fingers raised
Directionally
Looks and steers on gaze
Correction-ally

Naivety's plus
And self assertive
Makes void any fuss
Just as creative

For me, all is joy
The would or the could
Cause me as a toy
Gives any the should

Laughter's medicine
A times tested cure
All joys clandestine
If scorn is its lure