Pinhead

I set myself a poetic challenge, To write a poem about a pinhead. Not about a stupid foolish person, Or Hellraiser ghoul who is undead. I need a different approach, And stretch my imagination wide. To make it interesting and fun, Keeping any reader's on my side. But where does one simply begin, With a pinhead so tiny and small. Then I have a moment of clarity, Size is the answer to it all. Something smaller than a pinhead, Many idea's I hurriedly down jot. But the real big key to it all, Is that most miniscule microdot. So easily small enough to fit, On a pinhead with room to spare. One desired by two warring sides, Its stark secrets both are aware. Big secrets that can win a war, To be quickly retrieved at any cost. And the side of darkness and evil, Care not how many lives are lost. Oh I could have written much more, High adventures, chases and thrills. Nazi agents hot on a hero's heels, With femme fatales and endless spills. In a way I have really cheated, More a poem about a tiny microdot. But I hope you enjoyed reading it, And for that, I say thanks a lot. Perhaps I'll write about a pinhead, One of the stupid foolish variety. For we don't have far to find one, Living among us in today's society.