Large

Looking at the drinks they sell
How many more today are large
Because the sun smokes down like hell
Or as on Cleopatra's barge
Burning the waters. How much more
On such a day does everyone
Desire to be quenched, and store
A little liquid up? The sun
Like a creditor demands
Consistent payment, so we must
If we stay out, and in its hands,
Keep our liquids in a trust
Refilled forever; so we keep
Buying the large and drinking deep.