Dear Mr. Mundt,

      We're sorry, but, when read backwards, your poem My Thumb just doesn't embody the kind of black, soul-crushing despair, spiritual decay and corrupting evil that we here at Satan's Bunghole are on the lookout for in new writers.

      The luck of the damned be with you in your assuredly futile efforts to publish this cursed boil of a work elsewhere, and understand that we look forward with maniacal glee to rejecting your next pathetically derivative effort when you can again muster the courage to abase yourself before us.

All Hail Satan!
Mr. B.L. Zebub, Editor
Satan's Bunghole Magazine
Published by the Three Sixes Company
A Division of the Devil's Own Corporation, Ltd.
A Subsidiary of the
I-Fucked-Your-Dead-Mother-in-Hell Media Group

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