Karamo Brown abruptly bails on Queer Eye press. The Fab Five is officially down to the Final Four.

You see the smoke?
That ain’t a makeover, that’s a bridge burning.
Karamo hit the exit, left the cameras on tilt,
Building up the brand just to watch the flower wilt.
He saw the schedule, said “I’m better off alone,”
Leaving Tan and Antoni crying at the dial tone.
Culture expert?
Yeah, he cultured a crisis,
Cold as a freezer, sharp as some ice is.
No more advice, no more “Let’s talk,”
He did the French tuck then he did the moonwalk!
Karamo’s gone, yeah he’s out of the frame,
Queer Eye’s burning, but he’s not the one to blame!
Four chairs left in the loft tonight.
No deep dives.
No making it right.
Just silence...
and a very expensive hair product.
I guess the only thing he couldn’t fix...
was the contract.
Check please.