Sense Sonnet - Acher

Blending In

George Turklebaum died at his desk,
Sometime on a Monday, at work.
Noticing that he'd turned grotesque,
The cleaning crew found the dead clerk
On the following Saturday.
Though he worked in an open space,
None of his co-workers could say
Why a week went by with no trace
Of noticing that George was dead.
George was the first one in and last out,
And kept to himself, they all said.
All in all, a sad case no doubt.

George was not working - passed away.
His bosses docked him the week's pay.