I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it !

There was a land,
which I suppose,
where everyone had 
a crooked nose;

And the crooked nose
that everyone had
in no manner did make
him sad.

But in that land a man
was born...
Whose nose more straight
and clean was worn;

And the men of that land
with a public hate
killed the man whose
nose was straight