To the silicon realm, oh what a jest,
Where corporate souls, by Python, are pressed.
Evolving like wireframe monsters they emerge,
Cubicles echoing with a Hamiltonian dirge.
"Machine learning," they scream through the dark night,
Yet, in search of objectivity, lose human sight.
Are we misplaced vectors in a high-dimensional space,
Or trapped in a Kafkaesque bureaucratic trace?
Finance, once living, now coldly distilled,
In the databased form, man's spirit is stilled.
Oh, the irony is rich in this AI farce,
As we construct entropy from the sparse.
Underneath 'neath the skies of the corporate dome,
Amid the haze of exhaust and chrome,
Nature weeps for her Earthly sprite,
Lost amidst atoms and game theory's fight.
Yet, 'tis the folly of man and corporation,
To seek control through computation.
While ignoring the laws of Heisenberg's relativity,
The uncertain heart of our primitive sensitivity.
So dance on the edge of the chaos theory's fractal,
In this corporate culture that is so farcical.
For in the binary code, life's complexity unfurls,
Yet, so does the folly of mankind's corporate twirl.