Eleven

Just a poem. But I don't know why I write these things, you may want to ask Bill Gates.

Eleven

Ten times, I can tell

None of them did go well

Five times, I was in hell,

Other five, I was in heaven

But yet, each time I go

Heaven high, or hell below

I could not really know

What was wrong with Seven?

So, we wait for Bill Gates

In the United States

For some friggin updates

Of number Eleven