Cruel

With a murmured esteem
Stark raving queen
A perfected oeuvre
Wry ingenue
In the skeleton's hand
I am dead on arrive
Down with them in the dirt
The whistle blows
As I stumble in vain
I guessed it again
I elected to rule
Someone better get paid
Let the folk attend
I don't dare to be cruel
I rused the school
And cheapsters