So I went to a bar, right? (TENEBROUS RIDDLE OF INFINITE MYSTERY!!!!)

Last night there was an open mic night in a local "jazz club" (a shithole with no paper towels and cheap beer would be more adequate), so I went to check it out, since I was, you know... I wanted a drink, okay!? Usually there's a lot of people (about 7) attending such unusual events, as life in our town is pretty damn uneventful. However this time the club was empty, just me and the bartender. I bought a glass of milk and asked about the unusual lack of patrons, he said "Dunno, mate." "OK... I guess", I blurted out in reply and hastily grabbed a seat in the darkest corner, as far away from the counter as possible. Suddenly, a SKELLINGTON IN A TOPHAT popped out of the closet, gracefully jumped on the stage and proceeded to read a poem from a crumpled piece of paper (along with the side notes), raising and lowering his voice seemingly at random. I felt compelled to write it down as he spoke:

BURLESQUE terror frolicking freely

emaciated feline DITCHED & ROTTEN (or was it the other way round?)

SMOLDERING CORPSES - naughty GIRLS

SCREAMING "MERCY!", "WHIP US!"

slaves to erotic torture

Then he disappeared in a puff of smoke and a cryptic song slithered into my ear:

"The code is simple, the reward is, like, from the eighties,
Origin ain't cool, bitch, so I'm giving you a freebie."

I shuddered and went home.

I heard you like puzzles, so have at it. The reward's probably trash anyway, after all I got the riddle from a shady, fleshless dude in a crappy bar. Also, it was Monday.