The basic lizard

 
 The basic lizard 
 flies its colors 
 whenever it wants
  
 It zigs, it zags
 It complains
 by shedding its skin
 and becomes next level extra
  
 It wishes it was a snake 
 but its not that smooth
  
 it sees the cracks 
 and escape routes
 It survives and 
 takes pleasure in 
 the sun with 
 infrequent blasts 
 of joy 
 and corniness 
  
 Its  laughter is so rusted
 it sounds like ancient wood and nails 
 creaking
 in doorways
 that don’t need to be opened or confronted
 because you can shed a tail and slide through them
  
  
 But its basic lizard laughter all the same
 And it has served its purpose