I am not a mathematician like you,
Peter, but am very curious.
I spend time on the rudimentaries of rudimentaries
And study things in my purview.
I have not made a contribution--
I have pontificated on some things---
But I'd say Abel has already made my discovery.
P Versus NP cannot be,
Because it would generalize a formula for all shapes.
Some P cannot equal NP.
Why? The same reason πr^2 cannot equal l*w.
On a square, it works... if you do the radius times half the parameter
But not on a rectangle. Which is also why ellipses need Calculus
Which I spent about 2 hours figuring out one day.
As we don't know the parameter of an ellipse, therefore
Cannot generalize a simple formula for the shape;
And even then it wouldn't work on a rectangle, so you go nowhere.
We know the curve of a circle is pi, we do not know the curve of an ellipse
And that is why we need Calculus.
And then, I have one more inane idea---
That the Twin Primes can be used to solve Reimann's Hypothesis.
As we can find some way to establish a pattern through them
And the Zeta Function, that may get us to a concrete shape.
Those are my only theories, though...
Just a Philosopher.
Not as brilliant as you.

Conservatives watch
Real punks being blown away
By guns---entertained.

The poet tells me to read a book,
But he is unclear about what even he means himself.
To him, knowledge is agreement on a subject
Between two people... and that's what establishes wisdom.
Yet how can they be agreed, if they themselves
Do not even know what they mean when they speak?
Agreement is then, just mocking sounds
That neither one has the slightest knowledge for.
I'd rather never read another book again,
If that is what he gets from them.
I'd rather read nature, than a book.

My favorite pastor hates me---
This I know, for his silence is deafening.
He thinks I'm lazy, but well studied.
He thinks I accomplish nothing.
I don't know if it is just envy of me
Or that he thinks I truly am a sinner
And cannot get past the sins I committed in youth.
What am I to do, though?
If I affected nothing, then I am useless
But a human being, am I not?
Surely I am useless for myself
And for others... and he doth judge me a sinner
And I know in my heart... it is true.
I gave nothing.
I did nothing.
I hurt everyone.
I am nothing.
I have a heart to do good, but it does evil.
I know this.

She was my friend for fifteen seconds
And I spoke every ill imaginable---
But she was my friend.
My pride is so arrogant
And is why I am poor.
I am as good as a grandmaster
But a villain in my heart persists
Wherever that sore is touched.
I backbite my dad;
I slander honest people;
I get angry at all the world.
Only so far as that sore is touched
And my wound is incurable.
And it aches and agonizes 
Every sorrowful burden is passed---
I chose a very miserable career
Knowing I am better than a bestseller
But not noticed by anyone.
And so I am cruel to a good woman
Who was my friend for fifteen seconds
And I can't help myself.
Would the success I get gain me more humility?
Or make me like another Arrogant Author I often run into?

Oh my people, so beautiful in the congregations
How I see your light, and it is an inspiration.
Yet the shepherds have spoiled, and made your sun go down.
You know not what the path is that leads you to the crown.

If I had a modern worship song for you
It'd be to have your faith be proved
And to live life in victory
And wrestle death and Satan's sting.

If I had one thing for you to say...
It'd be that life may not be so gay.
For fear and failure are a common theme.
Riches are not, they just are not our king.

A great world exists in heavenly temples...
Love God, and your neighbor with all reverence.
Know you're light is the light of my life.
The face of joy is my most precious sight.

Yet mourning comes in this life of sorrows
Great men of God are thrown down to the gallows
Of torment and sin and sorrows strong.
Know that your shepherds led you all wrong.

They said, "Life is about Christ and nothing else."
Not loving your neighbor, but they said, "Love yourself."
They say Love God for He is king...
Yet the Law of God they leave it be.

So here's my last stand on this hill, I sing so wretchedly,
Give me faith, for it is my burden, without enmity.
For sorrows rack me every single day
And Satanic forces wish to have their way...

There is no sin for swallowing a bitter pill...
Respite comes in another life...
Make heaven your spiritual wife.
That's the way of life.

The people know they're
Evil, and will slay that which
Kills their dark brethren.
Like Vikings on a warfield
They only know 'bout vengeance. 

They terrorize their brothers and neighbors
And they make war with all the other lands;
And when their friend dies, they know only war.
For when the nations will defend themselves,
They only have on ethic, and that's kill.

Hey Jude, did you make it bad?
Did you take my novels and make them better?
Did you sell them down the river
And let the editors make them marketable?
Did you find her, though?
The beautiful Laurel Wreath?
Are you rich and fabulous because of me?
Am I Kilgore Trout? Just a Paperback writer
That you took the name, and did some tweaking
To my themes, and made them yours?
Did you improve upon me,
And with no desire to be true to yourself
Take and market me? Sell my soul down the river?
Am I just living in a Yellow Submarine
As you, Death, dance, oh Santa Muerte?
The skeletons walk, and clatter,
As I have the curse of Bunyan and Climacus;
They say it is because of pride,
I say it's because of the envy of the Demons.
Did you take a sad song and make it better?
Was it my sad song, that you made better?
I don't know... for I am poor and need my books;
I will not sell the rights for nothing
And I will not change them for the market.
Maybe that is why you always win.
Do you have the whole world believing you are the Apostle
And took my fantasy as your name?
Did you embrace my delusions?
Did you become my Doppelganger?
Are you making the whole world believe in magic, again?