I'll speak to a production that deserved a longer run outside of pure personal reasons or artistic merit but straight-up practical business matters: URINETOWN, which was essentially evicted from Broadway when Henry Miller's Theatre was demolished for the Bank of America Tower.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.