Num brrrs

Drowning myself in numbers
I go num... brr... it's cold
A math bath is half the wrath
That blasts past the past
But at last that has no mass
Unless the tasks divide what I know
Problems multiply when a path isn't chose
Even a path that goes to negative shows
      why it should not be chose
But theorems without application lash back
At the math rat who died of hunger
Because he wouldn't risk the danger of
Giving his stomach to the cheese in the trap
        as his home.
History of mathematics has shown only those
      Who risked being stoned,
      (But not while stoned... silly)
Could really change the face of the earth...
They made it from flat into a dome.