I'm thinking about selling my treadmill;
Because, of hardcore exercise, I think I've gotten my fill.

I do not want to donate it to Goodwill;
Because I'm not that generous; even with my white and pink
pills.

I'll talk to Jacob about it when he wakes;
It might not be a piece of cake.

Because everything is an argument;
Depending if our money is or isn't spent;

For, he can be a nice or mean gent;
We'll see when it's his ear, I've bent.

It all depends on what he will say;
Sometimes, I don't know what to think about Jay.

So, it might be a very good or very bad day;
I hope it is a good one; I pray, I pray.

We decided it was not an idea good;
After we talked about if we wouldn't or would.

Things will become all worked out;
After it, to everyone, we talk about.