A hint

               

If you like my bike,
You can ride in pride,
If you are not a spy,
Even to the sky.
To the cloudy mess,
Where no one can guess,
Who knows more or less.
If you are no fool,
Ever went to school,
Than you can not only bite,
But also read and write.
In this case, of cause,
You’ll understand my verse,
And under its spell
Will go right to hell.