Why can’t I get a break?

Why can’t life cut me a small break?
From tough things like death and heartache
I tried to steer clear of all dirtbags
It seems one slipped through the cracks
He goes by the nick-name I named him
Which is fartblow, no wait it’s Jack
Jack, as in don’t know JACKsh|t
A man that uses an open fist
To women that are on his sh|t-list
He makes me want to backhand him, whenever he gets out of line.
Why is it I only attract men that are: losers, pigs, or swine?
Maybe someone can show me the way
I thought Fargo could.. but turns out, he’s gay!
He would even sell his soul to get laid!