Karamo Brown abruptly exits Queer Eye interviews. The Fab Five culture expert ghosts the press.

Honey, the tea isn't just hot—it's boiling over.
Five chairs, but one is looking real empty.
Check the itinerary, Karamo’s gone imaginary,
Skipping out on press like he’s allergic to the commentary.
Culture expert?
More like culture ghosting,
Leaving all his castmates on the red carpet roasting.
He did a disappearing act, no Houdini,
Slipped out the back door, sipping on a martini.
Where’d Karamo go?
Where’d Karamo go?
He bailed on the mic, he bailed on the light,
He’s a ghost in the building, out of mind, out of sight.
No heartfelt talk.
No empathy walk.
Just a silent exit...
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
I guess some things just can't be fixed in forty-five minutes.
Next time, just send a Zoom link.
Stay fabulous, I guess.