Who is mad in the real sense
One who has incapable sense
One who in spite of all sense
Acts without reasonable sense
The former is unable to act
In a way thought to be correct
But with his born innocence
He doesn’t intend nonsense
The latter misuses his abilities
Intentionally commits follies
Harming others in many ways
Doing unsocial, unlawful plays
The former is just forced to act
For he knows not how to erect
Walls of dishonesty and crime
And tease others all the time
The latter I’m afraid is human
With a cruel heart of a demon
If he is called a human, so sad,
I would prefer to be a full mad
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