Let Me Go Poem by Almas Assylbekov

You've always told me I'm surly,
too hoity-toity for all your friends
and make you down. I'm not worthy
of being with you. No happy ends.
You've blamed on me I'm stingy
and never share my cash with you.
You wanna get more so simply
as if I wholly belong to you.
You keep complaining I'm rude
and hate your mummy if she comes,
but she arrives with all her brood
that she has found in the slums.
So, let me go,
my Europe, please don't cry.
Just say good-bye
and meanwhile
we could still sleep together,
I don't mind.
We did it great before
and I'm to go.