What's all the fuss?

a mortality mentality 

You're just dust in a gust!

or a win?  you're just wind

your fin?  in a dustbin

your demise?  maybe wise, in the eyes of spies

mouth of the south, going forth in the north, best in the west, deceased in the east

the end, my friend

breath before death, Seth

armagideon oblivion

back in black

impermanent, like the concept of a firmament

alive, and all that jive

fake awake, Jake - life is but a dream

wussup?  wake up, break up, make up, and take up macrame

what's goin down?  yup, every damn clown, into the ground

temporary, like January

fleeting, like a meeting

permanent sleep, said the weeping creep, over the dead in bed

we're all in trouble, like bubbles

forms that pass like storms

spit some terms, before eaten by worms

goin on that cremation vacation