Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Frisco Rope

I, City of San Francisco,
Warn those that think I'm just a wuss,
Where old hippies and far left go
That make me a pushover puss.
Look into my past history,
When citizens had had enough,
Grabbing nasty powers that be,
Who, after hanging weren't so tough.
Vigilantes cleaned house before.
If pushed they will do so again,
If my citizens get so sore
With too much corruption and sin.

Let the scumbags suffer the fate,
All hang high from the Golden Gate.