Tiger, Tiger

In response to a comment on Facebook by Edward Hugh, here’s a little rhyme for you:

Tiger, Tiger (with apologies to William Blake)

Tiger, tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame information asymmetry?

In what distant deeps or bourses
Did you partake of multiple courses
Of stocks that would plunge without an end?
Oh tiger, my pitiful friend.