An Ode to Sterile Steel and Unseen Quarks

In the realm of Glass-and-Concrete
the suits strut and preen,
'tween the planets of PowerPoint and meetings
Screen after screen.

Oh, Machine Learning, AI,
trinkets of silicon and code,
portrayed as saviors of efficacious efforts,
yet add to the load.

Algorithms dressed in math's attire,
Data scientists, the new age friars,
_en masse_ they chant in binary choirs,
Of truths unseen, they're the desired. 

Finance, the beast that knows no peace,
'Ts constantly feeding, needs never cease.
But electrons orbit and neutrons sway,
In the end, 'tis all just play.

Oh, economics, fickle friend,
From Adam Smith to Keynesian zen.
Yet, quarks they dance, entangled grace,
Invisible waltz in the economic space.

Man and nature, partnered dance,
in the glass towers, they don't stand a chance.
An office plant wilts, a spreadsheet grows,
which is the more important, God only knows.

In the kernel of creation, nature found 
a mechanism profound,
The evolution of man, mind and hand,
Yet wasted on the corporate band. 

Corporates against the cosmic pull,
'Tis a farce, I tell you, full.
Our cells mutate, our stars collide,
Yet all they see is the profit tide.

So, here's to man's fantastic brain,
Capable of probing the astral plane,
Yet busy in marking attendance fame,
Ah, humanity, what a game!