The cameras are rolling, the lighting is peak,
But someone is missing from the seat that we seek.
Five seats on the stage, now there’s only four,
Karamo did a moonwalk right out of the door.
No deep conversations, no healing the soul,
He saw the press list and he lost all control.
He’s dodging the mic like a pro athlete,
Left the PR team sweating in a front-row seat.
Bail, bail, Karamo’s gonna bail,
Leave the drama in the inbox, leave it in the mail.
Bail, bail, he’s off the retail,
Turning ‘Queer Eye’ into ‘Bye-Bye,’ epic scale.
Inner peace?
Gone.
Validation?
None.
If the vibe isn't right,
Then the interview is done.
Can we get a producer to Stage 4?
Anyone seen the Culture guy?
I think he took the exit by the buffet.
Fabulous...
but absent.
