Both poems could be read as satires of exactly the type of people you describe and I think that would that would cause them to wrap around and be good again. And I'm not entirely sure what to think of that— it's simultaneously an example of how works can't really be divorced from the context in which they were created, but also an example of "the art" being created in the space between the author and the reader.

It reminds me of https://poets.org/poem/antigonish-i-met-man-who-wasnt-there where in-context the poem is mediocre. But without the context it's really good, it conjures in your mind all kinds of strange interpretations.