Under a bridge cowered a man
Lonely and cold, but yet he smiled
He didn’t need money to make him grin
He had nature to always greet him
But how could it be, a life so sad
Could fill him with joy, fulfillment, and all that
He wasn’t a regular American Dad
No trace of family, his clothes were all he had

I decided to approach this poor man,
To ask him why he was able to smile?
He lived in a dump, and his clothes were so trashy
No trace of a car for a mile
I said, “Mr….Sir, how could it be,
You live in a dump, and you look so happy?
“Well, you see son, it’s society,
It’s been hard-wired into our brains that we need to be wealthy,
But me, you see, I stand for what’s right,
Moral decay far from good, I will fight.”

“Sir, my respects, you have opened my eyes,
I would’ve never thought that what was once good
Became bad, and what was bad and shameful, gained a certain appeal,
When we can’t control ourselves, it just ends in a disaster.
We must do something, maybe a little effort,
Because, my friend, as you observe, this decay,
Is far too spread out to suddenly go away,
I know we can’t separate good and evil, just like Jekyll’s theory,
But we can certainly try until we become very weary.”