Oh, the men in suits, they strive and fret
As Newton's apple falls, they place a bet
In cubicles, where Conway's game is set,
Their hopes on silicon saviors as their pet.
Lured by the glow of screens' ambivalent light,
They toss and turn in binary realms at night.
Their dreams are tinged with K-means clusters' sight,
And supervised learning in phantom flight.
Hunched over spreadsheets as if stones of Rosetta,
They seek in cells the economy's barometer.
A Gaussian distribution or a simple bivariate,
In this corporatopia, they're data's janitor.
Heisenberg's uncertainty seems no strange,
In board rooms, where policies interchange.
Even Schrödinger’s Cat finds it deranged,
In a callous cosmos, what’s one more change?
To Fibonacci sequence, they align their gains,
Overlooking how entropy ever reigns.
Seemingly random, yet cyclical pains,
The bear and the bull, in Wall Street lanes.
Alas, the human factor they oft underestimate
For in the land of algorithms, empathy segregate.
The honeybee's dance, to nature they equate,
Yet can machine learning replicate the soul's debate?
In their quest for silicon profits, do they forget,
That carbon bonds are the sturdiest bet?
The pygmy marmoset, the arctic tern’s silhouette,
In the ledger of life, their debt is set.
So here's to the alchemists of modern age,
With silicon dreams etched on corporate page,
May they find wisdom, beyond a rampant wage,
In the dance of data and the rustle of sage.