Uneasy lie the lies that aren't thought through.
They niggle at the mind and fester there,
toy with the cards you thought you'd placed with care,
and make them seem a Pisa -- all askew.
They totter late at night. Work overdue,
you've covered up, but colleagues seem aware
that you've been playing WindowsTM solitaire,
and that there's no such thing as Grecian flu.
You're still a step ahead. They've got no proof,
just inklings that your stories are too pat,
but one of them is bound to smell a rat,
and then you know your boss will hit the roof.
Your subterfuge is hard work and, perhaps,
may still prevent the pack of cards' collapse.