Sour wine

I'm a wine drinker.
I even make my own wine
From time to time...
I have my shack,
I live in a quiet neighbourhood
And the people don't complain about the noise.
Every time I feel
That the grape is trembling
Inside my ribs,
Then inside my angry fist,
Then under my terrible foot,
I squeeze it, without mercy...
Sometimes I need you,
To taste my wine, if it's sour,
Because I no longer feel it's taste
But I don't want to die of thirst
So I keep making it...