A parody on profit, a jest at Java,
From horizon to zenith, an analytical nirvana.
The code is quantum, it's all in the bits,
Oh, when entropy hits, how the CFO has fits!
There's no room for error, not a quark out of place,
Machine learning models race, in this corporate cyberspace.
Deep learning, yes, but shallow integrity,
Carving Higgs Boson sized holes, in our fiscal naivety.
Accounts as nebulous as dark matter's mysteries,
Mankind and Mother Nature, tangled in these histories.
Gravity of greed pulls, slow degeneration,
Oh, the corporate star, it fades, in this constellatory inflation.
Alas, the mutant Darwinian, in his office evolution,
Finds no natural solution, for corporate pollution.
Yet, there is hope in chaos, a Fibonacci spin,
Reality and surrealism, a natural balance held within.
So jest we must, at this corporeal culture,
No vending machine or spreadsheet, can sate Mother Nature's vulture.
From boardroom to the boson, from the wallet to the world,
Continually in a state of corporate merged with the cosmic whirl.
Yes, I've walked among constellations, and in corporate corridors,
Seen Schroedinger's deals, both dead and alive, behind closed doors.
So here's to the pebble and to the pond, to chaos theory and to fond,
Of nature's laws and corporate jaws, may both be ever bonded.