To the Pathologically Bored American Man

[CRNDLSM]

Wow lizziep I love this poem! I wrote it all out and got a chill...
First I think the content applies to way more people than the title suggests.  way more people.  I feel a  lot of anger coming out all the way through in a lose lose situation.  anger at cellphones, anger at destructive stupidity, and tying the two together works pretty brilliantly.

Thank god for cell phones:
you never look around anymore.because of the repetition later on, why not set the two first lines alone as their own stanza, the first line could be sarcastic or genuine, the second explaining the first raises more questions, leading to the following story.  
Now you don't need to fire your rifle
out the window of your Firebird
at whatever bunny or chickadee
catches your predatory eye.so separating the first two lines, adding two to this stanza would make up the  pattern. I want to say more but I'll do it later.

You don't need to speed along
gravel roads at midnight,
swerving to pick off raccoons
as if the thud under your truck'as if the' seems like space filler
from their busting brainsI like how this mirrors skulls later
earns you points in some video game.

You don't need to careen
into a neighbor's cornfield
—headlights off, doors open—
and slam the pedal to the floor
just to see what happens
[to make something happen]. This whole stanza is very fascinating because I WANT to know what happens!  I can't imagine it, and you don't tell us, it just sounds dangerous

You don't need to whack
mailboxes with your baseball bats,
or make up jokes with your dawgs
to throw at the ugly dog on her bike
or pin a pretty chick up against
the backside of the corner store. I think you can cut this whole stanza, wracking mailboxes after the mystery of the stanza before I just picture Kiefer Sutherland in 'stand by me' and then dawgs could be cultural slang but then 'dog' and her bike doesn't make sense.  calling girls dogs? some of this is alright, but maybe the details could fill the first stanza if you split the first two lines, you mention 'chick' sort of both places which I guess is good repetition.  

You don't need to dispatch
your mom's hatchback into a ditch
on a dare, flipping your best friend
sixteen feet out the passenger window,
breaking his skull open on a tree,
dissolving both your lives at sixteen. This stanza is just like the exciting one before the previous stanza.  your mom's is a nice insult but again, I can't imagine the scenario. dispatching a hatchback can flip a car? And  I love that even though one kid dies, both lives are dissolved.  man that's killer.

You don't seek ecstasy or boast destruction. this line should go at the beginning, so you continue with the nows in the new direction.
Now you sit next to your friends in silence— thank God they're not killing themselves!
phones lighting your faces from underneath
like expressionless paintings— like they're dead anyway! lol
and the world goes on without you
as it should have all along. So cynical! lose lose!  

Very exciting read thank you!