phlegm

I have some phlegm deep within me.
It wants to be freed, of this I'm quite sure.
I cough it out, then sneeze it out, making every attempt to breath.

As they say, it may get worse before it gets better.
Sleepless nights I spend, keeping the town awake with awful coughing.
I hope they won't hold a grudge.

It seems to last forever, what a limitless supply.
If only I could bottle my phlegm and sell it.
I would be rich...but not for long.