POEM - A SINGLE REGRET

one regret I have
dates a few years back
to college
or to previous terrible jobs
in which I’d have to attend terrible
classes or meetings
my regret is that at the end
of a discussion
when the speaker says,
“are there any questions?
And remember, there’s no such thing
as a stupid question,”
that I have never responded
by pounding on the table in front of me
standing up on my chair
and roaring with spit flying from my mouth,
“they are ALL STUPID QUESTIONS!”