Comma Hoarder

Kinds of things that alter perception 
are friends having faith 
or sudden heart failure 

Maybe a recipe for soup 
you can be poor and still afford 

Whittling down your vices 
Telling off your boss 

Or your mother 
gracefully dying 
Some uncles 
Classmates 
Your favorite cousin 

After a lot of dying 
hallucinations are common 

Philosophy is my friend now 
Epicurus is my friend 
Curl my soul's toenails arrogance 
and your homework are my friends 

You use too many commas 
Abuse your brackets 
"Wall it off" says you 
"Box it in" 

You are too many things to me 
I hoard your spare commas 
and burn through their legions 

Because kinds of things 
that alter perception 
are the long limp from the fire lick 
or beer pong in a haunted basement 

Everything we're too old for 
before getting the hang 
of being young 

Dreams under duress, defying death 
A grammatically incorrect thug