A Lizard in My Pocket

Despicable abhorred inferior
Struggling in the dark auspices
Of my pocket
I sensed the lizard
I couldn’t comprehend how
It dared get there
Maybe by an accident
It fell off the wall
Clambered its way in
Through my trousers leg as ladder leading
I could bear no more
Its wiggling

I fished into my pocket
And with all contempt and disgrace
Threw it in the litter
Thus put it in its place
Cleansed my hands of its filth
With pace
And with reasons of water