Disciplining the Poem

I'm sweating worms trying to
Keep this poem alive.
But the words are like stubborn children
That keep storming off the page.
I'm trying to keep the verbs in line,
But they're pathologically obsessed
With the objects, who are weeping
Because they're jealous of the subjects.
What they need is some sort of loud diversion
To capture their attention.
Some teachers will whistle.
Being a poet, inserting the word "God"
Will do the trick!