Note that adjacent lines alternate between iambic and trochee feet, which accounts for the unusual cadence. That wasn't intentional, but it will be next time.
Such lads there are, as find their mettle, Pushing down upon the pedal, Holding for a thing of scorn, Stately drivers press their horn; Ah, but well those honks might state, There are two ways you can be late: With speed not lead, but rather follow, To a casket dark and hollow.
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