Let me tell you something about bullies. They’re scum of the earth. They pick on the weak to feel superior. And I found that I am one. It started as a joke on Facebook that exploded into something more. This is the joke, in its original, unaltered form: So I feel shunned from a reading because I write prose, not poetry. Funny thing is, it’s an anti-bullying event. Go figure. This is fucking high school all over again. I’ll just sit here alone weeping. Now, you’re asking what the hell am I talking about. I’ll explain. Earlier this week, I was invited to a poetry reading (to attend, not to partake). I agreed to it. I send out a mass invitation to all…