It doesn't always follow that when you grow up you slow down, in some cases the brakepads go and you can't go slow so you keep on speeding.

On a clear day you can see the peasantry toiling away
fields of corn, ricks of hay and all seems well with the
well-oiled aristocracy but it niggles me
that they never seem to work in my dream.

I'm voting soon
and I'll be voting that shower of ***** out.