To the Pathologically Bored American Man

[RiverNotch]

You keep talking about your America like I keep not-talking about my Philippines, and with a clear, moral voice, too. I'm jealous. 
Thank god for cell phones:
you never look around anymore.
Now you don't need to fire your rifle
out the window of your Firebird
at whatever bunny or chickadee
catches your predatory eye.

You don't need to speed along
gravel roads at midnight,
swerving to pick off raccoons
as if the thud under your truck
from their busting brains
earns you points in some video game. Slant rhyme makes for stronger thud. Nice.

You don't need to careen
into a neighbor's cornfield Careen don't sound right, it feels a little rare -- but then, it does alliterate with cornfield.
—headlights off, doors open—
and slam the pedal to the floor "Slam the pedal to the floor" sounds like you course-correcting away from the proverb....and hitting a tree.
just to see what happens
[to make something happen]. It's such a clean, classy font, and you use brackets!

You don't need to whack
mailboxes with your baseball bats, "Mailboxes" feels tame, plus it doesn't keep up with the rhythm of "whack/bats, baseball/bats".
or make up jokes with your dawgs I smell cultural appropriation here, on the part of these "men" -- being from a country who was once raped by America right as it was winning independence from Spain, I like this point a lot.
to throw at the ugly dog on her bike I'm sure "bitch" is the better word here -- the speaker already uses dog, so why not go for the more natural, plus alliteration. Lovely contrast between this and the next, though.
or pin a pretty chick up against I read part of the pin-up girl note from earlier, and yeah, that double edge enhances this.
the backside of the corner store. But the progression between whacking mailboxes to making jokes, though alliterative, feels a bit too rough -- probably "make up jokes" sounds too tame, not faux-ghetto enough. Something more.

You don't need to dispatch
your mom's hatchback into a ditch "don't-need-dispatch-ditch", "dispatch-hatchback-ditch" -- lovely, lovely use of sound.
on a dare, flipping your best friend But the dare just reads superfluous: akin to a joke overextended, plus ruins the next flurry of sound, the flipping [off -- hey! curious thought...]
sixteen feet out the passenger window, ....Wait, is this the probable scenario? Shouldn't it be the windshield?
breaking his skull open on a tree,
dissolving both your lives at sixteen. And at this point, the triple gerund also reads superfluous -- I think the skull line and this one could be fused.

In fact, if you consider my consideration of the whole's last thought, you may restructure this wholesale -- perhaps develop "flipping" into a mislead, adding "off", removing all the references to sixteen, and just going something like, "breaking open his skull on a tree / like popping corn with a gun", just with a less silly metaphor.

You don't seek ecstasy or boast destruction. You don't....seek? Man, the lead in is a bit distracting -- at least the first stanza variation was in the first stanza. And the switch isn't even a bold one, one that makes me think again: "seek ecstasy", "boast destruction", unnecessary summarizing abstracts. Change, please.
Now you sit next to your friends in silence—
phones lighting your faces from underneath
like expressionless paintings— Expressionless paintings, though it reads a pun, looks too flat to work -- I imagine the scene, and it looks like something from a horror show, if anything. Better something else -- something more vivid -- pun be damned.
and the world goes on without you
as it should have all along. I realize this is a somewhat personal point of view on the part of the speaker, but nothing in her (I'm assuming her because you're a her) betrays this level of....not conservatism....juvenoia? Close, but not exactly -- anyway, advising kids not to act stupid is all well and good, that's the function of you old folk, but rejoicing when they don't do anything (for the phones here are treated as dead ends, not as avenues of information -- I do most of my reading through ebooks nowadays, and sometimes draft or revise on phone) is essentially not wanting them to grow up, to experience things, to learn from their mistakes, or at least to be naturally selected out of the gene pool. And it's not like these bored American men have much to do better -- in fact, judging by the penultimate stanza, these days they're not even men yet. I remember when I was sixteen....which is very good perspective, in relation to this, since that's only three years ago. I'm sure the more you roll back, the more sixteen joins the workforce.

That is to say, if you're sticking with that sentiment, at least make it justifiable, and not, er, juvenoic -- make your "men" actually men, and make their actions more horrifying than self-destructive (and only self -- what's a mailbox?) hedonism. But overall, lovely work.