The Retired Bloke

Ruin Pubs

Booze, beer and broken houses

An atmosphere altogether unique

Attracts night owls to their inner halls

Eccentric decor adorns the walls

Graffiti, uniquely, not out of place

In other lands, seen as a disgrace

Here the atmosphere is electric

Senses stimulated , quite eclectic

Music, magic, mayhem and madness

Pulsating beats with a little brashness

Art, entertainment fully expressed

Down in the  ruin pubs of Budapest


  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    What an impressive read!

    Loved the subject of the poem, but you may want to add a "T" to the last word. :)

    Keep up with your writing!

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