Mother Earth's lungs select the voice

Words of life attack the barricades. 
The author of the lungs wheezing, cough 
nine days in a row. 
It grew tube toxic 
hogweed, the world's lungs itching. 
It combines a lonely writer's cough. 
So much to drawbacks which 
should write, but this cough, 
jungle fever increased the pipe 
opening the tubes by law. 

Cough it controls me, raise 
become hot in the morning. 
This disease is a fight to the end, 
a winner or a loser. 
What about this cough, and rasp 
it agrees with the mother of the lung selectable sound. 
I know how to pole rope 
break time is approaching, perhaps 
it is today, but certainly sometime tomorrow.