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It Wasn’t Me - Big Mike Style

This song is not about any particular person. Lyrics: I’m not your hero; I’m the spreadsheet’s grin, Storm in a suit with a fountain pen. Logical on paper, lunatic within— Ask who did it, I’ll say it again: “It wasn’t me. They rolled out diversity quotas like K.P.I. with vibes, Turned offices to game caves, off-sites with the tribe. Two managers per person—meetings on repeat, Business-class selfies, lie-flat every seat. PowerPoint warriors, and External consultants too, Free coffee, free fruit—vitamins for the crew. Bottomless budget for dashboards nobody reads, Power apps for your momma —pretty leaves, no seeds. They called it logical, sensible, kind— But the ledger kept crying from the bottom line. I brought a broom and a dotted-line pen: If it doesn’t pay rent, it’s not staying in. Who greenlit the quotas — It wasn’t me Who booked the game rooms and the off-site spree — It wasn’t me Who paired two bosses to manage one bee — It wasn’t me Who flew lie-flat over every sea — It wasn’t me Who blessed the dashboards nobody can see — It wasn’t me Who signed the snack bar, fruit, and tea — It wasn’t me Who kept the gravy while the quarter bled free — It wasn’t me Not me, not me, gang bang Mike style—“it wasn't me.” No more bonus sprees—hear the policy decree: It’s not about performance, it’s politics, you see. Incompetent leaders I’ll keep around, You came from HR? you're head of I.T. now. I’m trimming the garden, but I water my lane, Your perks turn to pebbles while mine stay champagne. “Meritocracy Monday” plays brave and strong, By Wednesday it’s gone and my golf day is on. Your “best practice” poem never moved a dime, I’m allergic to feelings that can’t keep time. If the ledger won’t clap, then the program’s done— I’m a one-man audit with a starter’s gun. Who greenlit the quotas — It wasn’t me Who booked the game rooms and the off-site spree — It wasn’t me Who paired two bosses to manage one bee — It wasn’t me Who flew lie-flat over every sea — It wasn’t me Who blessed the dashboards nobody can see — It wasn’t me Who signed the snack bar, fruit, and tea — It wasn’t me Who kept the gravy while the quarter bled free — It wasn’t me Not me, not me, Big bang bad Mike—“not me.” “Big Mike, you were in the executive suite too, When all of this circus came marching through ”. "Thanks for your input and Thanks for the note. Clean out your desk—leave the pen and the coat.” “Anyone else want to share with the class, Before headcount melts like artisan glass ” Silence so thick you can notarize it, Then I sign left-hand just to itemize it. Coach for the team—but my seat reclines, Budget for you—while my card still shines. No more retreats—unless mine’s in Nice, No more dashboards—except my bespoke piece. Snack wall is closed—my minibar stays, Your rides are pooled—my driver’s on ways. No politics, friends—just politics mine, Logic remixed with a platinum spine. Who greenlit the quotas — It wasn’t me Who booked the game rooms and the off-site spree — It wasn’t me Who paired two bosses to manage one bee — It wasn’t me Who flew lie-flat over every sea — It wasn’t me Who blessed the dashboards nobody can see — It wasn’t me Who signed the snack bar, fruit, and tea — It wasn’t me Who kept the gravy while the quarter bled free — It wasn’t me Not me, not me, Big bang bad Mike—“it wasn't me.” I’m not your hero; I’m the spreadsheet’s grin, Storm in a suit with a fountain pen. Logical on paper, lunatic within— Ask who did it, I’ll say it again: “It wasn’t me.”