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.