Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the one who won’t take the call?
Karamo had the schedule, had the press pass ready
But his ghosting game is heavy, keeping nobody steady
He saw the microphone and said "I’m out this bitch"
Leaving producers twitching with a nervous tic
No heart-to-heart, no tearful deep connection
Just a world-class sprint in the wrong direction.
Where’d Karamo go?
He’s a no-show, bro
Left the couch cold, left the story untold
No culture.
No closure.
Just a silent exposure.
He didn’t pack the feelings, he just packed his bags.
From Fab Five glory to interview lags.
I guess some things just can’t be fixed with a bomber jacket.
Send his publicist a prayer.
Peace out.
