Hipster

Hipster sees one section of the world:
Shits his pants.
His theory doesn't match his reality.
Stoned rhetoric and pose don't match the case.

He thinks about his own survival.
Bullshit theory goes down the poop-shoot.

He's not stoned now.
He's faced with a real case.
Nothing callow. 
Nothing hip. 
No stoned image.
Just a real case.