Word-worship is pathetic and it will end. Humanity is beyond the need for flimsy desperate rules of language. Language is the bitch of the human race and we have let the bitch off the leash too long.
The "holy dictionary" wouldn't know what to do with sentence like that. It would stutter and buffer and shit its pages thinking "jacket" isn't a thing one can be. But it's all right there for US. Jacket, something worn and used. Jacket, sounds like jack-it, like jack-off, like masturbating. Jacket, sounds like jack it, like stealing. Jacket, Jack, an everyman anyone nobody name, hit the road.
A dictionary couldn't give you half what I just did. I dare anyone to find a sick enough mind that would truly prefer the staleness and stagnancy of a dictionary entry to the red threads and cork boards of a human brain. When I say "stop being jackets" you know what I mean, what I might mean, what I could mean. Kill the dictionary for daring to limit your comprehension.
Say what you mean without caring if a book would agree. WE make books. They don't make us. You can say your eyes are bags. What does that mean? Do they hold things? Are they brown? Are you twist-abouting the phrase "bags under one's eyes?" You know. I can ask you. I can ask YOU, not the deadlands of the dictionary.
Puzzle this: between my legs I've got a tiger tail. Play a game of association on that one and see what you think it means. Tiger, feline, pussy? Tail, phallic-shape, cock? Predator, dangerous, stay away? You can't ask a false god but you can ask me.
When anything can mean anything and we all have to ask what the fuck everyone is saying, then we'll have real understanding.