In the vast corporate jungle where data scientists toil,
Bending 'neath the weight of algorithms, and no small sum of oil.
There, leveraging machine learning to make decisions of might,
Chasing artificial specters in the LED white light.
Yet, there's an itch within their minds, a quieter voice to heed,
A Darwinian pitter-patter of intellectual seed.
For while they build their techie Temples, and AI Gods they seek,
The Laws of thermodynamics make their systems weak.
Oh, the entropy of coding, and the heat death of their dreams,
Where 1's and 0's flutter just like vanishing sunbeams.
An academic understanding, makes a poor shield from strife,
For in the quasi-chaos, lies the very fact of life.
Finance dances a tango on the edge of absurdity,
Where growth without limits offends biology.
Few heed the lessons of the great Dodo's fall,
In the Silicon Valley, where profit sings its call.
Ode to corporate culture, manual of the machine,
Chasing growth and dividends in the blinding screen.
Yet Nautilus spiral Salesforce towers high,
Echo Fibonacci's whisper in the ever azure sky.
In the endless jargon battles, where synergy is born,
A cubicle man defies the primal instinct of the dawn.
The ruthless survival of the fit, the fierce office hunt,
Reflects the jungle, as chaos theory won't blunt.
Alas, man-made creations are fickle as the wind,
Just as Heisenberg's principle has oft opined.
When economy's day turns to inky night,
Remember, man's noble effort too, gives in to entropic fight.
Evolution, revolution, or quiet final rest?
In Silicon Valley's jagged hills, what truthibly jest?
The answers lie not in machine learning or AI's might,
But in the mirror of man's dual nature, by dim end of light.