no. 5 almost doesn't count
it's a contrived laugh
used like a dart
more a guffaw of ridicule
that is used to poke fun at me
when you think i'm not funny
or when you don't want me
to know i am
it doesn't come out
in bursts of of elation
but like oil being poured
from a container
glub glub
haww haww
that is hot oil
being poured on my good humor
the only glee for me in 5
is when you use it as cover
to hide real laughter that starts to slip out
in spite of yourself
a fleeting giggle that you quickly
cover with the sardonic no. 5
but in that moment before...
when i have edged into your silliness
i am king