Let’s now prescribe observance of just plurality
for each plebiscite, any obvious bravery.

Let’s is imperative like show your muscle when shouting to a bold candidate.
The source of bravado was not sad. Separation from the source is.

A magnificent evening is given to register your appeal loosely, persistently.
Gaining or keeping each other’s attention we call the blues to outlast an oblong date,

meaning frame and ligaments hold no feeling, without you as the prime source.
No feeling is not sad. One registers and votes sadly.