I thought MacArthur Park was some of the coolest nonsense ever. At least it wasn’t some of that awful hippie poetry that came at us in those days (e.g. “alligator lizards in the air”).
I knew a girl in the early 70s whose favorite song was “McArthur Park”. It wasn’t that bad.
She was sort of cute but really messed up. My best friend dated her. He told me that he once told her something which apparently bothered her. She ran off screaming.