Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem 

(Albanese, how foolish are you! Hahahahaaha!, Urusula is a bear not a bull!! Thank you Russia! Tired of globetrotting? Those wicked colluders are coming to you?)  I can’t seem to remember, was I Alexander  or was I Bucephalus? The ox-head and the phallus?  The black steed with the white star on its brow.  I can say I always was marked with that protection  a relativeContinue reading “Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem “