Ego Forest

First I boost your ego,
Then I chop that shit back down.
And there won't be anyone to care enough,
To know if it ever made a sound.

I never knew I'd be a florist.
I have to arrange this whole god damn town.
I'm the wood chucking little beaver,
Creating fields of heaps and mounds.

Let me butcher all your morals.
Turn that smiley upside down.
Ill water you from the sewers,
You stupid fucking clowns.