In the depths of a deranged mind's delight,
A laugh emerges, strange and out of sight.
A twisted grin, a wicked, secret rhyme,
In madness, finds its rhythm, keeping time.
A world askew, where shadows play their games,
In fractured thoughts, where nothing is the same.
A laugh, a cackle, echoes through the haze,
In this deranged mind's labyrinthine maze.
Yet, within chaos, beauty oft can bloom,
A spark of madness in a darkened room.
For in the laughter, though it may seem wild,
A glimpse of truth, a glimpse of the beguiled.
So let us not dismiss the deranged mind,
For sometimes, there, the most unique we find.
In laughter's dance, we may just come to see,
A glimpse of genius, wild and wholly free.
