Swanfur| Paper Gangsta

[Ringtail]

Midnight rush, with a pen in my hand 

Dink in link in, sand-script with a fan 

Remembering me, before it began 

Sometimes I felt so def in a jam 

But the ones who loved me, told me to stop 

Her mind waltzed with the thought of a tom to keep her happy, to take her away in his paws and simply dance under the moonlit. But it seemed her to her father, no tom was good enough for her. No matter whom the type was, the smart, the brute, the fastest, the quiet, the shy. Swanfur never seemed to get her father's approval upon any of the males she hung around or tried to talk to.  

'Cause I do not accept any less 

Than someone just as real, as fabulous 

Don't want no paper gangsta 

Won't sign away my life to 

Someone whose got the flavor 

But don't have no follow through 

Don't want no paper gangsta 

She, herself, had found some charming young fellows, but again her father never approved of them. Even if she wanted to, sign her life away, none of them seemed to catch what she wanted either. Someone to compliment here everyday, someone to call her love and maybe bring her flowers. To bring her favorite prey.  

Got something really shiny to start 

Want me to sign there on your range rover heart? 

I've heard it before 

Yeah, the dinners were nice 

Till your diamond words melted into some ice 

But the few that tried to even speak to her seemed to be too stuck for their own good, or only wanted kits to bring into the world, longing their generation forth. Others were a bit cold to the touch, and were easy to snap in her face. She pondered if it was worth trying, to even find a suitable mate. The molly was indeed pretty and had her own quirks about her, but at the same time, others clashed with her quirk.  

She turned her tail to those that rudely decided to ruin her evening, kicking up sand and turn the other ear, the picky molly having her own mindset for wanting the perfect male in her life to care for her, someone like Rushfeather, because like in an old saying, beings find love in familiar things. She wanted to be treated like a queen and not some one night stand. She wants the flavor written in a single piece of paper, of love poetry and not a squawking mess of a rude boy, she would rather die alone than not find her soul mate.  

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Inspired by Lady Gaga's Paper Gangsta! Very short. 

Paper Gangsta