An Ode to Costco

Thank you, Costco, for all the things
That mean so much to me--
For prices low and ginormous sizes;
You sell to me abundantly. Your cheese and milk fill up my cart;
Along with Tide and juice and socks so new;
And I always feel so doggone smart
When my T.P. stash lasts through the next blue moon. It's plain to see that I may be your biggest fan, But I wonder if you could please explain,
With all the money which on you we spend; Why, oh why, Costco, are you still not my friend?
It's true that  you torture me so
With the painful way you make my wallet drain;
And for the crowded aisles and lines so slow!
 But, this dear Costco, is just too much! Strawberries and apples rolling down the street
Along with meat and juice that squashed my feet. My aching back, my tired legs,
All from chasing after errant eggs.
Don't you think it's time to call a truce,
And at least send me to a nice masseuse?