Oh, Albright and Feynman, you see, It begs a laugh, this corporate decree, Where laws of physics yield to and fro, To the whims of Wall Street's ebb and flow.
Quantum leaps and half-lives be damned, For the boss’ power is rather grand, In a world where cubicles eclipse the stars, And project timelines reach beyond Mars.
Sequester sediment, oh office filter, Where midday meetings forever linger, Caught in the web spun by bureaucrat spiders, As stealthy as Schrödinger’s insider traders.
No Newton to see here, just action without reaction, Where no Sirius shines, snuffed by distraction, Yet, e'r we dream, of night’s Van Allen’s Belt, And wonder if Fleming, had e’er so, dwelt.
Ingenious minds enslaved, in the corporate gyre, Their jewels of wisdom lost, in the mire, Yet, nature works not, for money or fame, Its lore etched deep, in DNA's genetic game.
Is the machine learning, or merely aping, The corporate norms, its spirit shape-shaping? It seeks the profit, rejecting the loss, Yet fails to grasp, Lorenz's Chaos.
As man evolved from tree swinging simians, Did he divine, becoming these business ascaridians? No, Turing might say, pointing at the machine, Folly lies not within AI, but in the corporate gene!
So when you scan the graphs, and economic charts, Mull over man, nature, and their interwoven parts, Know ye this, my boss, my peer, my friend, Both are forces, that we but poorly bend.