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
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