The big ship’s down

For this algorithmic trading
don’t need no explaining
as computer and computer pass the buck.
They create such mystery
from their rude yet stupid history
As the employees and the bosses fling their cack.
Their foot prints digitalic
Though not written in italics
Leave a path that  asses can now track.
All can change their user name
As they play tieir imbecilic games
For which Henri Poincare had no knack
Computers aren’t filled with wisdom
As we found out when we quizzed ’em
Wittgenstein’s old ladder won’t come back.
And Carnap made an error
Which we found out from a letter
So logic had to kinda  double back.
The computers do their trading
With the government debating
Whether our rich people feel some lack.
They have ten homes and handsome yachts
Where they tie themselves complex knots.
Hoping for a new erotic snack.
The graphs and charts wave merrily
The big ship’s down and so are we.
The Western mind is on a demon’s track.
Our narratives and yarns on money
Seem more desperate than funny
Sweet Jesus,I don’t think you’ll becoming back