Karamo Quits the Couch

He packed his pocket squares and hit the exit sign,

No more fixing lives or reading between the lines,

Five minus one equals a PR disaster,

Karamo’s moving on and he’s moving much faster.

They wanted a quote but he gave ‘em a ghost,

Leaving the Fab Five like a burnt piece of toast.

Karamo’s gone, gone, gone,

Leaving the lawn, lawn, lawn,

No more deep talks, no more soft tears,

He’s skipping the tour and facing his fears.

Karamo’s gone, gone, gone.

Is it Bobby?

Is it Tan?

Who broke the heart of the culture man?

Silence in the green room, static on the set,

That’s a wrap on the drama you haven’t seen yet.

I mean, the palette was off anyway.

Self-care means walking away.

Check the gate.

We’re done here.