POKEY BOI

In the dim-lit corners of rock and roll's stage,

Where shadows dance and echoes age,

There lies a tale of humble might,

In pins that gleam through the darkest night.

Each one a token, a silent vow,

Piercing fabric, as sweat beads brow,

They hold the weight of dreams untold,

In their tiny frames, stories unfold.

In the heart of leather, denim, and lace,

They find their home, in this sacred space,

A silent chorus, they silently sing,

Of rebellion, angst, and everything.

For every pin tells a story profound,

Of rebel souls lost, yet forever found,

In the pulse of the music, they beat as one,

Echoing legends long since begun.

From dingy bars to arenas grand,

They're the emblems of a gritty band,

A symbol of passion, of blood, and of pain,

In the tapestry of rock, they remain.

But behind their sparkle, a somber hue,

For with every pin, a memory ensues,

Of fallen heroes, lost in the fight,

Their presence lingers in the dead of night.

So let us honor these pins of yore,

Their importance felt, forevermore,

In the tapestry of rock and roll's lore,

They're the silent guardians, forevermore.

.: Materials: steel inner shell and mylar/UV cover
.: Available in 4 sizes
.: Pinned magnetic metal backing
.: Scratch-resistant glossy finish