Creepy poetry

My freaky head wakes me at night 

And expects me to sit n rhyme

I said there is nothing freAky left out to think

It got me a word before i could wink

3am one word poem was an awful idea

I retorted saying that i am not yet a certified chemist to present you a drug for ur vomit n diarrhoea 

I agreed for a change 

Outpatient was the word of rage

Then i started the senseless poetry 

with outpatient in my memory

Like a dual faced missionary  

the patient at doctors door 

getting himself mad enough to roar

Both were pathetically conditioned souls

Given the same name yet a different role

 claims  enough capital 

 Abusing each other which seemed to be very lethal